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At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. LovecraftAt the Mountains of Madness

by H. P. Lovecraft

Written Feb-22 Mar 1931

Published February-April 1936 in Astounding Stories, Vol. 16, No. 6 (February

1936), p. 8-32; Vol. 17, No. 1 (March 1936), p. 125-55; Vol. 17, No. 2 (April

1936), p. 132-50.

I

I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice

without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for

opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic - with its vast fossil hunt

and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice caps. And I am the more

reluctant because my warning may be in vain.

Doubt of the real facts, as I must reveal them, is inevitable; yet, if I

suppressed what will seem extravagant and incredible, there would be nothing

left. The hitherto withheld photographs, both ordinary and aerial, will count in

my favor, for they are damnably vivid and graphic. Still, they will be doubted

because of the great lengths to which clever fakery can be carried. The ink

drawings, of course, will be jeered at as obvious impostures, notwithstanding a

strangeness of technique which art experts ought to remark and puzzle over.

In the end I must rely on the judgment and standing of the few scientific

leaders who have, on the one hand, sufficient independence of thought to weigh

my data on its own hideously convincing merits or in the light of certain

primordial and highly baffling myth cycles; and on the other hand, sufficient

influence to deter the exploring world in general from any rash and

over-ambitious program in the region of those mountains of madness. It is an

unfortunate fact that relatively obscure men like myself and my associates,

connected only with a small university, have little chance of making an

impression where matters of a wildly bizarre or highly controversial nature are

concerned.

It is further against us that we are not, in the strictest sense, specialists in

the fields which came primarily to be concerned. As a ge ologist, my object in

leading the Miskatonic University Expedition was wholly that of securing

deep-level specimens of rock and soil from various parts of the antarctic

continent, aided by the remarkable drill devised by Professor Frank H. Pabodie

of our engineering department. I had no wish to be a pioneer in any other field

than this, but I did hope that the use of this new mechanical appliance at

different points along previously explored paths would bring to light materials

of a sort hitherto unreached by the ordinary methods of collection.

Pabodie’s drilling apparatus, as the public already knows from our reports, was

unique and radical in its lightness, portability, and capacity to combine the

ordinary artesian drill principle with the principle of the small circular rock

drill in such a way as to cope quickly with strata of varying hardness. Steel

head, jointed rods, gasoline motor, collapsible wooden derrick, dynamiting

paraphernalia, cording, rubbish-removal auger, and sectional piping for bores

five inches wide and up to one thousand feet deep all formed, with needed

accessories, no greater load than three seven-dog sledges could carry. This was

made possible by the clever aluminum alloy of which most of the metal objects

were fashioned. Four large Dornier aeroplanes, designed especially for the

tremendous altitude flying necessary on the antarctic plateau and with added

fuel-warming and quick-starting devices worked out by Pabodie, could transport

our entire expedition from a base at the edge of the great ice barrier to

various suitable inland points, and from these points a sufficient quota of dogs

would serve us.

We planned to cover as great an area as one antarctic season - or longer, if

absolutely necessary - would permit, operating mostly in the mountain ranges and

on the plateau south of Ross Sea; regions explored in varying degree by

Shackleton, Amundsen, Scott, and Byrd. With frequent changes of camp, made by

aeroplane and involving distances great enough to be of geological significance,

we expected to unearth a quite unprecedented amount of material-especially in

the pre-Cambrian strata of which so narrow a range of antarctic specimens had

previously been secured. We wished also to obtain as great as possible a variety

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of the upper fossiliferous rocks, since the primal life history of this bleak

realm of ice and death is of the highest importance to our knowledge of the

earth’s past. That the antarctic continent was once temperate and even tropical,

with a teeming vegetable and animal life of which the lichens, marine fauna,

arachnida, and penguins of the northern edge are the only survivals, is a matter

of common information; and we hoped to expand that information in variety,

accuracy, and detail. When a simple boring revealed fossiliferous signs, we

would enlarge the aperture by blasting, in order to get specimens of suitable

size and condition.

Our borings, of varying depth according to the promise held out by the upper

soil or rock, were to be confined to exposed, or nearly exposed, land surfaces -

these inevitably being slopes and ridges because of the mile or two-mile

thickness of solid ice overlying the lower levels. We could not afford to waste

drilling the depth of any considerable amount of mere glaciation, though Pabodie

had worked out a plan for sinking copper electrodes in thick clusters of borings

and melting off limited areas of ice with current from a gasoline-driven dynamo.

It is this plan - which we could not put into effect except experimentally on an

expedition such as ours - that the coming Starkweather-Moore Expedition proposes

to follow, despite the warnings I have issued since our return from the

antarctic.

The public knows of the Miskatonic Expedition through our frequent wireless

reports to the Arkham Advertiser and Associated Press, and through the later

articles of Pabodie and myself. We consisted of four men from the University -

Pabodie, Lake of the biology department, Atwood of the physics department - also

a meteorologist - and myself, representing geology and having nominal command -

besides sixteen assistants: seven graduate students from Miskatonic and nine

skilled mechanics. Of these sixteen, twelve were qualified aeroplane pilots, all

but two of whom were competent wireless operators. Eight of them understood

navigation with compass and sextant, as did Pabodie, Atwood, and I. In addition,

of course, our two ships - wooden ex-whalers, reinforced for ice conditions and

having auxiliary steam - were fully manned.

The Nathaniel Derby Pickman Foundation, aided by a few special contributions,

financed the expedition; hence our preparations were extremely thorough, despite

the absence of great publicity. The dogs, sledges, machines, camp materials, and

unassembled parts of our five planes were delivered in Boston, and there our

ships were loaded. We were marvelously well-equipped for our specific purposes,

and in all matters pertaining to supplies, regimen, transportation, and camp

construction we profited by the excellent example of our many recent and

exceptionally brilliant predecessors. It was the unusual number and fame of

these predecessors which made our own expedition - ample though it was - so

little noticed by the world at large.

As the newspapers told, we sailed from Boston Harbor on September 2nd, 1930,

taking a leisurely course down the coast and through the Panama Canal, and

stopping at Samoa and Hobart, Tasmania, at which latter place we took on final

supplies. None of our exploring party had ever been in the polar regions before,

hence we all relied greatly on our ship captains - J. B. Douglas, commanding the

brig Arkham, and serving as commander of the sea party, and Georg Thorflnnssen,

commanding the barque Miskatonic - both veteran whalers in antarctic waters.

As we left the inhabited world behind, the sun sank lower and lower in the

north, and stayed longer and longer above the horizon each day. At about 62°

South Latitude we sighted our first icebergs - tablelike objects with vertical

sides - and just before reaching the antarctic circle, which we crossed on

October 20th with appropriately quaint ceremonies, we were considerably troubled

with field ice. The falling temperature bothered me considerably after our long

voyage through the tropics, but I tried to brace up for the worse rigors to

come. On many occasions the curious atmospheric effects enchanted me vastly;

these including a strikingly vivid mirage - the first I had ever seen - in which

distant bergs became the battlements of unimaginable cosmic castles.

Pushing through the ice, which was fortunately neither extensive nor thickly

packed, we regained open water at South Latitude 67°, East Longitude 175° On the

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morning of October 26th a strong land blink appeared on the south, and before

noon we all felt a thrill of excitement at beholding a vast, lofty, and

snow-clad mountain chain which opened out and covered the whole vista ahead. At

last we had encountered an outpost of the great unknown continent and its

cryptic world of frozen death. These peaks were obviously the Admiralty Range

discovered by Ross, and it would now be our task to round Cape Adare and sail

down the east coast of Victoria Land to our contemplated base on the shore of

McMurdo Sound, at the foot of the volcano Erebus in South Latitude 77° 9'.

The last lap of the voyage was vivid and fancy-stirring. Great barren peaks of

mystery loomed up constantly against the west as the low northern sun of noon or

the still lower horizon-grazing southern sun of midnight poured its hazy reddish

rays over the white snow, bluish ice and water lanes, and black bits of exposed

granite slope. Through the desolate summits swept ranging, intermittent gusts of

the terrible antarctic wind; whose cadences sometimes held vague suggestions of

a wild and half-sentient musical piping, with notes extending over a wide range,

and which for some subconscious mnemonic reason seemed to me disquieting and

even dimly terrible. Something about the scene reminded me of the strange and

disturbing Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich, and of the still stranger and

more disturbing descriptions of the evilly fabled plateau of Leng which occur in

the dreaded Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. I was rather sorry,

later on, that I had ever looked into that monstrous book at the college

library.

On the 7th of November, sight of the westward range having been temporarily

lost, we passed Franklin Island; and the next day descried the cones of Mts.

Erebus and Terror on Ross Island ahead, with the long line of the Parry

Mountains beyond. There now stretched off to the east the low, white line of the

great ice barrier, rising perpendicularly to a height of two hundred feet like

the rocky cliffs of Quebec, and marking the end of southward navigation. In the

afternoon we entered McMurdo Sound and stood off the coast in the lee of smoking

Mt. Erebus. The scoriac peak towered up some twelve thousand, seven hundred feet

against the eastern sky, like a Japanese print of the sacred Fujiyama, while

beyond it rose the white, ghostlike height of Mt. Terror, ten thousand, nine

hundred feet in altitude, and now extinct as a volcano.

Puffs of smoke from Erebus came intermittently, and one of the graduate

assistants - a brilliant young fellow named Danforth - pointed out what looked

like lava on the snowy slope, remarking that this mountain, discovered in 1840,

had undoubtedly been the source of Poe’s image when he wrote seven years later:

- the lavas that restlessly roll

Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek

In the ultimate climes of the pole -

That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek

In the realms of the boreal pole.

Danforth was a great reader of bizarre material, and had talked a good deal of

Poe. I was interested myself because of the antarctic scene of Poe’s only long

story - the disturbing and enigmatical Arthur Gordon Pym. On the barren shore,

and on the lofty ice barrier in the background, myriads of grotesque penguins

squawked and flapped their fins, while many fat seals were visible on the water,

swimming or sprawling across large cakes of slowly drifting ice.

Using small boats, we effected a difficult landing on Ross Island shortly after

midnight on the morning of the 9th, carrying a line of cable from each of the

ships and preparing to unload supplies by means of a breeches-buoy arrangement.

Our sensations on first treading Antarctic soil were poiguant and complex, even

though at this particular point the Scott and Shackleton expeditions had

preceded us. Our camp on the frozen shore below the volcano’s slope was only a

provisional one, headquarters being kept aboard the Arkham. We landed all our

drilling apparatus, dogs, sledges, tents, provisions, gasoline tanks,

experimental ice-melting outfit, cameras, both ordinary and aerial, aeroplane

parts, and other accessories, including three small portable wireless outfits -

besides those in the planes - capable of communicating with the Arkham’s large

outfit from any part of the antarctic continent that we would be likely to

visit. The ship’s outfit, communicating with the outside world, was to convey

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press reports to the Arkham Advertiser's powerful wireless station on Kingsport

Head, Massachusetts. We hoped to complete our work during a single antarctic

summer; but if this proved impossible, we would winter on the Arkham, sending

the Miskatonic north before the freezing of the ice for another summer’s

supplies.

I need not repeat what the newspapers have already published about our early

work: of our ascent of Mt. Erebus; our successful mineral borings at several

points on Ross Island and the singular speed with which Pabodie’s apparatus

accomplished them, even through solid rock layers; our provisional test of the

small ice-melting equipment; our perilous ascent of the great barrier with

sledges and supplies; and our final assembling of five huge aeroplanes at the

camp atop the barrier. The health of our land party - twenty men and fifty-five

Alaskan sledge dogs - was remarkable, though of course we had so far encountered

no really destructive temperatures or windstorms. For the most part, the

thermometer varied between zero and 20° or 25° above, and our experience with

New England winters had accustomed us to rigors of this sort. The barrier camp

was semi-permanent, and destined to be a storage cache for gasoline, provisions,

dynamite, and other supplies.

Only four of our planes were needed to carry the actual exploring material, the

fifth being left with a pilot and two men from the ships at the storage cache to

form a means of reaching us from the Arkham in case all our exploring planes

were lost. Later, when not using all the other planes for moving apparatus, we

would employ one or two in a shuttle transportation service between this cache

and another permanent base on the great plateau from six hundred to seven

hundred miles southward, beyond Beardmore Glacier. Despite the almost unanimous

accounts of appalling winds and tempests that pour down from the plateau, we

determined to dispense with intermediate bases, taking our chances in the

interest of economy and probable efficiency.

Wireless reports have spoken of the breathtaking, four-hour, nonstop flight of

our squadron on November 21st over the lofty shelf ice, with vast peaks rising

on the west, and the unfathomed silences echoing to the sound of our engines.

Wind troubled us only moderately, and our radio compasses helped us through the

one opaque fog we encountered. When the vast rise loomed ahead, between

Latitudes 83° and 84°, we knew we had reached Beardmore Glacier, the largest

valley glacier in the world, and that the frozen sea was now giving place to a

frowning and mountainous coast line. At last we were truly entering the white,

aeon-dead world of the ultimate south. Even as we realized it we saw the peak of

Mt. Nansen in the eastern distance, towering up to its height of almost fifteen

thousand feet.

The successful establishment of the southern base above the glacier in Latitude

86° 7’, East Longitude 174° 23’, and the phenomenally rapid and effective

borings and blastings made at various points reached by our sledge trips and

short aeroplane flights, are matters of history; as is the arduous and

triumphant ascent of Mt. Nansen by Pabodie and two of the graduate students -

Gedney and Carroll - on December 13 - 15. We were some eight thousand, five

hundred feet above sea-level, and when experimental drillings revealed solid

ground only twelve feet down through the snow and ice at certain points, we made

considerable use of the small melting apparatus and sunk bores and performed

dynamiting at many places where no previous explorer had ever thought of

securing mineral specimens. The pre-Cambrian granites and beacon sandstones thus

obtained confirmed our belief that this plateau was homogeneous, with the great

bulk of the continent to the west, but somewhat different from the parts lying

eastward below South America - which we then thought to form a separate and

smaller continent divided from the larger one by a frozen junction of Ross and

Weddell Seas, though Byrd has since disproved the hypothesis.

In certain of the sandstones, dynamited and chiseled after boring revealed their

nature, we found some highly interesting fossil markings and fragments; notably

ferns, seaweeds, trilobites, crinoids, and such mollusks as linguellae and

gastropods - all of which seemed of real significance in connection with the

region’s primordial history. There was also a queer triangular, striated

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marking, about a foot in greatest diameter, which Lake pieced together from

three fragments of slate brought up from a deep-blasted aperture. These

fragments came from a point to the westward, near the Queen Alexandra Range; and

Lake, as a biologist, seemed to find their curious marking unusually puzzling

and provocative, though to my geological eye it looked not unlike some of the

ripple effects reasonably common in the sedimentary rocks. Since slate is no

more than a metamorphic formation into which a sedimentary stratum is pressed,

and since the pressure itself produces odd distorting effects on any markings

which may exist, I saw no reason for extreme wonder over the striated

depression.

On January 6th, 1931, Lake, Pabodie, Danforth, the other six students, and

myself flew directly over the south pole in two of the great planes, being

forced down once by a sudden high wind, which, fortunately, did not develop into

a typical storm. This was, as the papers have stated, one of several observation

flights, during others of which we tried to discern new topographical features

in areas unreached by previous explorers. Our early flights were disappointing

in this latter respect, though they afforded us some magnificent examples of the

richly fantastic and deceptive mirages of the polar regions, of which our sea

voyage had given us some brief foretastes. Distant mountains floated in the sky

as enchanted cities, and often the whole white world would dissolve into a gold,

silver, and scarlet land of Dunsanian dreams and adventurous expectancy under

the magic of the low midnight sun. On cloudy days we had considerable trouble in

flying owing to the tendency of snowy earth and sky to merge into one mystical

opalescent void with no visible horizon to mark the junction of the two.

At length we resolved to carry out our original plan of flying five hundred

miles eastward with all four exploring planes and establishing a fresh sub-base

at a point which would probably be on the smaller continental division, as we

mistakenly conceived it. Geological specimens obtained there would be desirable

for purposes of comparison. Our health so far had remained excellent - lime

juice well offsetting the steady diet of tinned and salted food, and

temperatures generally above zero enabling us to do without our thickest furs.

It was now midsummer, and with haste and care we might be able to conclude work

by March and avoid a tedious wintering through the long antarctic night. Several

savage windstorms had burst upon us from the west, but we had escaped damage

through the skill of Atwood in devising rudimentary aeroplane shelters and

windbreaks of heavy snow blocks, and reinforcing the principal camp buildings

with snow. Our good luck and efficiency had indeed been almost uncanny.

The outside world knew, of course, of our program, and was told also of Lake’s

strange and dogged insistence on a westward - or rather, northwestward -

prospecting trip before our radical shift to the new base. It seems that he had

pondered a great deal, and with alarmingly radical daring, over that triangular

striated marking in the slate; reading into it certain contradictions in nature

and geological period which whetted his curiosity to the utmost, and made him

avid to sink more borings and blastings in the west-stretching formation to

which the exhumed fragments evidently belonged. He was strangely convinced that

the marking was the print of some bulky, unknown, and radically unclassifiable

organism of considerably advanced evolution, notwithstanding that the rock which

bore it was of so vastly ancient a date - Cambrian if not actually preCambrian -

as to preclude the probable existence not only of all highly evolved life, but

of any life at all above the unicellular or at most the trilobite stage. These

fragments, with their odd marking, must have been five hundred million to a

thousand million years old.

II

Popular imagination, I judge, responded actively to our wireless bulletins of

Lake’s start northwestward into regions never trodden by human foot or

penetrated by human imagination, though we did not mention his wild hopes of

revolutionizing the entire sciences of biology and geology. His preliminary

sledging and boring journey of January 11th to 18th with Pabodie and five others

- marred by the loss of two dogs in an upset when crossing one of the great

pressure ridges in the ice - had brought up more and more of the Archaean slate;

and even I was interested by the singular profusion of evident fossil markings

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in that unbelievably ancient stratum. These markings, however, were of very

primitive life forms involving no great paradox except that any life forms

should occur in rock as definitely pre-Cambrian as this seemed to be; hence I

still failed to see the good sense of Lake’s demand for an interlude in our

time-saving program - an interlude requiring the use of all four planes, many

men, and the whole of the expedition’s mechanical apparatus. I did not, in the

end, veto the plan, though I decided not to accompany the northwestward party

despite Lake’s plea for my geological advice. While they were gone, I would

remain at the base with Pabodie and five men and work out final plans for the

eastward shift. In preparation for this transfer, one of the planes had begun to

move up a good gasoline supply from McMurdo Sound; but this could wait

temporarily. I kept with me one sledge and nine dogs, since it is unwise to be

at any time without possible transportation in an utterly tenantless world of

aeon-long death.

Lake’s subexpedition into the unknown, as everyone will recall, sent out its own

reports from the shortwave transmitters on the planes; these being

simultaneously picked up by our apparatus at the southern base and by the Arkham

at McMurdo Sound, whence they were relayed to the outside world on wave lengths

up to fifty meters. The start was made January 22nd at 4 A.M., and the first

wireless message we received came only two hours later, when Lake spoke of

descending and starting a small-scale ice-melting and bore at a point some three

hundred miles away from us. Six hours after that a second and very excited

message told of the frantic, beaver-like work whereby a shallow shaft had been

sunk and blasted, culminating in the discovery of slate fragments with several

markings approximately like the one which had caused the original puzzlement.

Three hours later a brief bulletin announced the resumption of the flight in the

teeth of a raw and piercing gale; and when I dispatched a message of protest

against further hazards, Lake replied curtly that his new specimens made any

hazard worth taking. I saw that his excitement had reached the point of mutiny,

and that I could do nothing to check this headlong risk of the whole

expedition’s success; but it was appalling to think of his plunging deeper and

deeper into that treacherous and sinister white immensity of tempests and

unfathomed mysteries which stretched off for some fifteen hundred miles to the

half-known, half-suspected coast line of Queen Mary and Knox Lands.

Then, in about an hour and a half more, came that doubly excited message from

Lake’s moving plane, which almost reversed my sentiments and made me wish I had

accompanied the party:

"10:05 P.M. On the wing. After snowstorm, have spied mountain range ahead

higher than any hitherto seen. May equal Himalayas, allowing for height of

plateau. Probable Latitude 76° 15’, Longitude 113° 10’ E. Reaches far as can

see to right and left. Suspicion of two smoking cones. All peaks black and

bare of snow Gale blowing off them impedes navigation."

After that Pabodie, the men, and I hung breathlessly over the receiver. Thought

of this titanic mountain rampart seven hundred miles away inflamed our deepest

sense of adventure; and we rejoiced that our expedition, if not ourselves

personally, had been its discoverers. In half an hour Lake called us again:

"Moulton's plane forced down on plateau in foothills, but nobody hurt and

perhaps can repair. Shall transfer essentials to other three for return or

further moves if necessary, but no more heavy plane travel needed just now

Mountains surpass anything in imagination. Am going up scouting in Carroll’s

plane, with all weight out.

"You can’t imagine anything like this. Highest peaks must go over thirty-five

thousand feet. Everest out of the running. Atwood to work out height with

theodolite while Carroll and I go up. Probably wrong about cones, for

formations look stratified. Possibly preCam brian slate with other strata

mixed in. Queer skyline effects - regular sections of cubes clinging to

highest peaks. Whole thing marvelous in red-gold light of low sun. Like land

of mystery in a dream or gateway to forbidden world of untrodden wonder. Wish

you were here to study."

Though it was technically sleeping time, not one of us listeners thought for a

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moment of retiring. It must have been a good deal the same at McMurdo Sound,

where the supply cache and the Arkham were also getting the messages; for

Captain Douglas gave out a call congratulating everybody on the important find,

and Sherman, the cache operator, seconded his sentiments. We were sorry, of

course, about the damaged aeroplane, but hoped it could be easily mended. Then,

at 11 P.M., came another call from Lake:

"Up with Carroll over highest foothills. Don’t dare try really tall peaks in

present weather, but shall later. Frightful work climbing, and hard going at

this altitude, but worth it. Great range fairly solid, hence can’t get any

glimpses beyond. Main summits exceed Himalayas, and very queer. Range looks

like pre-Cambrian slate, with plain signs of many other upheaved strata. Was

wrong about volcanism. Goes farther in either direction than we can see. Swept

clear of snow above about twenty-one thousand feet. "Odd formations on slopes

of highest mountains. Great low square blocks with exactly vertical sides, and

rectangular lines of low, vertical ramparts, like the old Asian castles

clinging to steep mountains in Roerich’s paintings. Impressive from distance.

Flew close to some, and Carroll thought they were formed of smaller separate

pieces, but that is probably weathering. Most edges crumbled and rounded off

as if exposed to storms and climate changes for millions of years. "Parts,

especially upper parts, seem to be of lighter-colored rock than any visible

strata on slopes proper, hence of evidently crystalline origin. Close flying

shows many cave mouths, some unusually regular in outline, square or

semicircular. You must come and investigate. Think I saw rampart squarely on

top of one peak. Height seems about thirty thousand to thirty-five thousand

feet. Am up twenty-one thousand, five hundred myself, in devilish, gnawing

cold. Wind whistles and pipes through passes and in and out of caves, but no

flying danger so far."

From then on for another half hour Lake kept up a running fire of comment, and

expressed his intention of climbing some of the peaks on foot. I replied that I

would join him as soon as he could send a plane, and that Pabodie and I would

work out the best gasoline plan-just where and how to concentrate our supply in

view of the expedition’s altered character. Obviously, Lake’s boring operations,

as well as his aeroplane activities, would require a great deal for the new base

which he planned to establish at the foot of the mountains; and it was possible

that the eastward flight might not be made, after all, this season. In

connection with this business I called Captain Douglas and asked him to get as

much as possible out of the ships and up the barrier with the single dog team we

had left there. A direct route across the unknown region between Lake and

McMurdo Sound was what we really ought to establish.

Lake called me later to say that he had decided to let the camp stay where

Moulton’s plane had been forced down, and where repairs had already progressed

somewhat. The ice sheet was very thin, with dark ground here and there visible,

and he would sink some borings and blasts at that very point before making any

sledge trips or climbing expeditions. He spoke of the ineffable majesty of the

whole scene, and the queer state of his sensations at being in the lee of vast,

silent pinnacles whose ranks shot up like a wall reaching the sky at the world’s

rim. Atwood’s theodolite observations had placed the height of the five tallest

peaks at from thirty thousand to thirty-four thousand feet. The windswept nature

of the terrain clearly disturbed Lake, for it argued the occasional existence of

prodigious gales, violent beyond anything we had so far encountered. His camp

lay a little more than five miles from where the higher foothills rose abruptly.

I could almost trace a note of subconscious alarm in his words-flashed across a

glacial void of seven hundred miles - as he urged that we all hasten with the

matter and get the strange, new region disposed of as soon as possible. He was

about to rest now, after a continuous day’s work of almost unparalleled speed,

strenuousness, and results.

In the morning I had a three-cornered wireless talk with Lake and Captain

Douglas at their widely separated bases. It was agreed that one of Lake’s planes

would come to my base for Pabodie, the five men, and myself, as well as for all

the fuel it could carry. The rest of the fuel question, depending on our

decision about an easterly trip, could wait for a few days, since Lake had

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enough for immediate camp heat and borings. Eventually the old southern base

ought to be restocked, but if we postponed the easterly trip we would not use it

till the next summer, and, meanwhile, Lake must send a plane to explore a direct

route between his new mountains and McMurdo Sound.

Pabodie and I prepared to close our base for a short or long period, as the case

might be. If we wintered in the antarctic we would probably fly straight from

Lake’s base to the Arkham without returning to this spot. Some of our conical

tents had already been reinforced by blocks of hard snow, and now we decided to

complete the job of making a permanent village. Owing to a very liberal tent

supply, Lake had with him all that his base would need, even after our arrival.

I wirelessed that Pabodie and I would be ready for the northwestward move after

one day’s work and one night’s rest.

Our labors, however, were not very steady after 4 P.M., for about that time Lake

began sending in the most extraordinary and excited messages. His working day

had started unpropitiously, since an aeroplane survey of the nearly-exposed rock

surfaces showed an entire absence of those Archaean and primordial strata for

which he was looking, and which formed so great a part of the colossal peaks

that loomed up at a tantalizing distance from the camp. Most of the rocks

glimpsed were apparently Jurassic and Comanchian sandstones and Permian and

Triassic schists, with now and then a glossy black outcropping suggesting a hard

and slaty coal. This rather discouraged Lake, whose plans all hinged on

unearthing specimens more than five hundred million years older. It was clear to

him that in order to recover the Archaean slate vein in which he had found the

odd markings, he would have to make a long sledge trip from these foothills to

the steep slopes of the gigantic mountains themselves.

He had resolved, nevertheless, to do some local boring as part of the

expedition’s general program; hence he set up the drill and put five men to work

with it while the rest finished settling the camp and repairing the damaged

aeroplane. The softest visible rock - a sandstone about a quarter of a mile from

the camp - had been chosen for the first sampling; and the drill made excellent

progress without much supplementary blasting. It was about three hours

afterward, following the first really heavy blast of the operation, that the

shouting of the drill crew was heard; and that young Gedney - the acting foreman

- rushed into the camp with the startling news.

They had struck a cave. Early in the boring the sandstone had given place to a

vein of Comanchian limestone, full of minute fossil cephalopods, corals, echini,

and spirifera, and with occasional suggestions of siliceous sponges and marine

vertebrate bones-the latter probably of teleosts, sharks, and ganoids. This, in

itself, was important enough, as affording the first vertebrate fossils the

expedition had yet secured; but when shortly afterward the drill head dropped

through the stratum into apparent vacancy, a wholly new and doubly intense wave

of excitement spread among the excavators. A good-sized blast had laid open the

subterrene secret; and now, through a jagged aperture perhaps five feet across

and three feet thick, there yawned before the avid searchers a section of

shallow limestone hollowing worn more than fifty million years ago by the

trickling ground waters of a bygone tropic world.

The hollowed layer was not more than seven or eight feet deep but extended off

indefinitely in all directions and had a fresh, slightly moving air which

suggested its membership in an extensive subterranean system. Its roof and floor

were abundantly equipped with large stalactites and stalagmites, some of which

met in columnar form: but important above all else was the vast deposit of

shells and bones, which in places nearly choked the passage. Washed down from

unknown jungles of Mesozoic tree ferns and fungi, and forests of Tertiary

cycads, fan palms, and primitive angiosperms, this osseous medley contained

representatives of more Cretaceous, Eocene, and other animal species than the

greatest paleontologist could have counted or classified in a year. Mollusks,

crustacean armor, fishes, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and early mammals - great

and small, known and unknown. No wonder Gedney ran back to the camp shouting,

and no wonder everyone else dropped work and rushed headlong through the biting

cold to where the tall derrick marked a new-found gateway to secrets of inner

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earth and vanished aeons.

When Lake had satisfied the first keen edge of his curiosity, he scribbled a

message in his notebook and had young Moulton run back to the camp to dispatch

it by wireless. This was my first word of the discovery, and it told of the

identification of early shells, bones of ganoids and placoderms, remnants of

labyrinthodonts and thecodonts, great mosasaur skull fragments, dinosaur

vertebrae and armor plates, pterodactyl teeth and wing bones, Archaeopteryx

debris, Miocene sharks’ teeth, primitive bird skulls, and other bones of archaic

mammals such as palaeotheres, Xiphodons, Eohippi, Oreodons, and titanotheres.

There was nothing as recent as a mastodon, elephant, true camel, deer, or bovine

animal; hence Lake concluded that the last deposits had occurred during the

Oligocene Age, and that the hollowed stratum had lain in its present dried,

dead, and inaccessible state for at least thirty million years.

On the other hand, the prevalence of very early life forms was singular in the

highest degree. Though the limestone formation was, on the evidence of such

typical imbedded fossils as ventriculites, positively and unmistakably

Comanchian and not a particle earlier, the free fragments in the hollow space

included a surprising proportion from organisms hitherto considered as peculiar

to far older periods - even rudimentary fishes, mollusks, and corals as remote

as the Silunan or Ordovician. The inevitable inference was that in this part of

the world there had been a remarkable and unique degree of continuity between

the life of over three hundred million years ago and that of only thirty million

years ago. How far this continuity had extended beyond the Oligocene Age when

the cavern was closed was of course past all speculation. In any event, the

coming of the frightful ice in the Pleistocene some five hundred thousand years

ago - a mere yesterday as compared with the age of this cavity - must have put

an end to any of the primal forms which had locally managed to outlive their

common terms.

Lake was not content to let his first message stand, but had another bulletin

written and dispatched across the snow to the camp before Moulton could get

back. After that Moulton stayed at the wireless in one of the planes,

transmitting to me - and to the Arkham for relaying to the outside world - the

frequent postscripts which Lake sent him by a succession of messengers. Those

who followed the newspapers will remember the excitement created among men of

science by that afternoon’s reports - reports which have finally led, after all

these years, to the organization of that very Starkweather-Moore Expedition

which I am so anxious to dissuade from its purposes. I had better give the

messages literally as Lake sent them, and as our base operator McTighe

translated them from the pencil shorthand:

"Fowler makes discovery of highest importance in sandstone and limestone

fragments from blasts. Several distinct triangular striated prints like those

in Archaean slate, proving that source survived from over six hundred million

years ago to Comanchian times without more than moderate morphological changes

and decrease in average size, Comanchian prints apparently more primitive or

decadent, if anything, than older ones. Emphasize importance of discovery in

press. Will mean to biology what Einstein has meant to mathematics and

physics. Joins up with my previous work and amplifies conclusions.

"Appears to indicate, as I suspected, that earth has seen whole cycle or

cycles of organic life before known one that begins with Archaeozoic cells.

Was evolved and specialized not later than a thousand million years ago, when

planet was young and recently uninhabitable for any life forms or normal

protoplasmic structure. Question arises when, where, and how development took

place."

"La ter. Examining certain skeletal fragments of large land and marine

saurians and primitive mammals, find singular local wounds or injuries to bony

structure not attributable to any known predatory or carnivorous animal of any

period, of two sorts-straight, penetrant bores, and apparently hacking

incisions. One or two cases of cleanly severed bones. Not many specimens

affected. Am sending to camp for electric torches. Will extend search area

underground by hacking away stalactites."

"Still later. Have found peculiar soapstone fragment about six inches across

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and an inch and a half thick, wholly unlike any visible local formation -

greenish, but no evidences to place its period. Has curious smoothness and

regularity. Shaped like five-pointed star with tips broken off, and signs of

other cleavage at inward angles and in center of su.rface. Small, smooth

depression in center of unbroken surface. Arouses much curiosity as to source

and weathering. Probably some freak of water action. Carroll, with magnifier,

thinks he can make out additional markings of geologic significance. Groups of

tiny dots in regular patterns. Dogs growing uneasy as we work, and seem to

hate this soapstone. Must see if it has any peculiar odor. Will report again

when Mills gets back with light and we start on underground area."

"10:15 P.M. Important discovery. Orrendorf and Watkins, working underground at

9:45 with light, found monstrous barrel-shaped fossil of wholly unknown

nature; probably vegetable unless overgrown specimen of unknown marine

radiata. Tissue evidently preserved by mineral salts. Tough as leather, but

astonishing flexibility retained in places. Marks of broken-off parts at ends

and around sides. Six feet end to end, three and five-tenths feet central

diameter, tapering to one foot at each end. Like a barrel with five bulging

ridges in place of staves. Lateral breakages, as of thinnish stalks, are at

equator in middle of these ridges. In furrows between ridges are curious

growths - combs or wings that fold up and spread out like fans. All greatly

damaged but one, which gives almost seven-foot wing spread. Arrangement

reminds one of certain monsters of primal myth, especially fabled Elder Things

in Necronomicon.

"Their wings seem to be membranous, stretched on frame work of glandular

tubing. Apparent minute orifices in frame tubing at wing tips. Ends of body

shriveled, giving no clue to interior or to what has been broken off there.

Must dissect when we get back to camp. Can’t decide whether vegetable or

animal. Many features obviously of almost incredible primitiveness. Have set

all hands cutting stalactites and looking for further specimens. Additional

scarred bones found, but these must wait. Having trouble with dogs. They can’t

endure the new specimen, and would probably tear it to pieces if we didn’t

keep it at a distance from them."

"11:30 P.M. Attention, Dyer, Pabodie, Douglas. Matter of highest - I might say

transcendent - importance. Arkham must relay to Kingsport Head Station at

once. Strange barrel growth is the Archaean thing that left prints in rocks.

Mills, Boudreau, and Fowler discover cluster of thirteen more at underground

point forty feet from aperture. Mixed with curiously rounded and configured

soapstone fragments smaller than one previously found - star-shaped, but no

marks of breakage except at some of the points.

"Of organic specimens, eight apparently perfect, with all appendages. Have

brought all to surface, leading off dogs to distance. They cannot stand the

things. Give close attention to description and repeat back for accuracy

Papers must get this right.

"Objects are eight feet long all over. Six-foot, five-ridged barrel torso

three and five-tenths feet central diameter, one foot end diameters. Dark

gray, flexible, and infinitely tough. Seven-foot membranous wings of same

color, found folded, spread out of furrows between ridges. Wing framework

tubular or glandular, of lighter gray, with orifices at wing tips. Spread

wings have serrated edge. Around equator, one at central apex of each of the

five vertical, stave-like ridges are five systems of light gray flexible arms

or tentacles found tightly folded to torso but expansible to maximum length of

over three feet. Like arms of primitive crinoid. Single stalks three inches

diameter branch after six inches into five substalks, each of which branches

after eight inches into small, tapering tentacles or tendrils, giving each

stalk a total of twenty-five tentacles.

"At top of torso blunt, bulbous neck of lighter gray, with gill-like

suggestions, holds yellowish five-pointed starfish-shaped apparent head

covered with three-inch wiry cilia of various prismatic colors.

"Head thick and puffy, about two feet point to point, with three-inch flexible

yellowish tubes projecting from each point. Slit in exact center of top

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probably breathing aperture. At end of each tube is spherical expansion where

yellowish membrane rolls back on handling to reveal glassy, red-irised globe,

evidently an eye.

"Five slightly longer reddish tubes start from inner angles of starfish-shaped

head and end in saclike swellings of same color which, upon pressure, open to

bell-shaped orifices two inches maximum diameter and lined with sharp, white

toot hlike projections - probably mouths. All these tubes, cilia, and points

of starfish head, found folded tightly down; tubes and points clinging to

bulbous neck and torso. Flexibility surprising despite vast toughness.

"At bottom of torso, rough but dissimilarly functioning counterparts of head

arrangements exist. Bulbous light-gray pseudo-neck, without gill suggestions,

holds greenish five-pointed starfish arrangement.

"Tough, muscular arms four feet long and tapering from seven inches diameter

at base to about two and five-tenths at point. To each point is attached small

end of a greenish five-veined mem branous triangle eight inches long and six

wide at farther end. This is the paddle, fin, or pseudofoot which has made

prints in rocks from a thousand million to fifty or sixty million years old.

"From inner angles of starfish arrangement project two-foot reddish tubes

tapering from three inches diameter at base to one at tip. Orifices at tips.

All these parts infinitely tough and leathery, but extremely flexible.

Four-foot arms with paddles undoubtedly used for locomotion of some sort,

marine or otherwise. When moved, display suggestions of exaggerated

muscularity. As found, all these pro jections tightly folded over pseudoneck

and end of torso, corresponding to projections at other end.

"Cannot yet assign positively to animal or vegetable kingdom, but odds now

favor animal. Probably represents incredibly advanced evolution of radiata

without loss of certain primitive features. Echinoderm resemblances

unmistakable despite local contradictory evidences.

"Wing structure puzzles in view of probable marine habitat, but may have use

in water navigation. Symmetry is curiously vegeta blelike, suggesting

vegetable 's essential up-and-down structure rather than animal’s fore-and-aft

structure. Fabulously early date of evolution, preceding even simplest

Archaean protozoa hitherto known, baffles all conjecture as to origin.

"Complete specimens have such uncanny resemblance to certain creatures of

primal myth that suggestion of ancient existence outside antarctic becomes

inevitable. Dyer and Pabodie have read Necronomicon and seen Clark Ashton

Smith’s nightmare paintings based on text, and will understand when I speak of

Elder Things supposed to have created all earth life as jest or mistake.

Students have always thought conception formed from morbid imaginative

treatment of very ancient tropical radiata. Also like prehistoric folklore

things Wilmarth has spoken of - Cthulhu cult appendages, etc.

"Vast field of study opened. Deposits probably of late Cretaceous or early

Eocene period, judging from associated specimens. Massive stalagmites

deposited above them. Hard work hewing out, but toughness prevented damage.

State of preservation miraculous, evidently owing to limestone action. No more

found so far, but will resume search later. Job now to get fourteen huge

specimens to camp without dogs, which bark furiously and can’t be trusted near

them.

"With nine men - three left to guard the dogs-we ought to manage the three

sledges fairly well, though wind is bad. Must establish plane communication

with McMurdo Sound and begin shipping material. But I’ve got to dissect one of

these things before we take any rest. Wish I had a real laboratory here. Dyer

better kick himself for having tried to stop my westward trip. First the

world’s greatest mountains, and then this. If this last isn’t the high spot of

the expedition, I don’t know what is. We’re made scientifically. Congrats,

Pabodie, on the drill that opened up the cave. Now will Arkham please repeat

description?"

The sensations of Pabodie and myself at receipt of this report were almost

beyond description, nor were our companions much behind us in enthusiasm.

McTighe, who had hastily translated a few high spots as they came from the

droning receiving set, wrote out the entire message from his shorthand version

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as soon as Lake’s operator signed off. All appreciated the epoch-making

significance of the discovery, and I sent Lake congratulations as soon as the

Arkham’s operator had repeated back the descriptive parts as requested; and my

example was followed by Sherman from his station at the McMurdo Sound supply

cache, as well as by Captain Douglas of the Arkham. Later, as head of the

expedition, I added some remarks to be relayed through the Arkham to the outside

world. Of course, rest was an absurd thought amidst this excitement; and my only

wish was to get to Lake’s camp as quickly as I could. It disappointed me when he

sent word that a rising mountain gale made early aerial travel impossible.

But within an hour and a half interest again rose to banish disappointment.

Lake, sending more messages, told of the completely successful transportation of

the fourteen great specimens to the camp. It had been a hard pull, for the

things were surprisingly heavy; but nine men had accomplished it very neatly.

Now some of the party were hurriedly building a snow corral at a safe distance

from the camp, to which the dogs could be brought for greater convenience in

feeding. The specimens were laid out on the hard snow near the camp, save for

one on which Lake was making crude attempts at dissection.

This dissection seemed to be a greater task than had been expected, for, despite

the heat of a gasoline stove in the newly raised laboratory tent, the

deceptively flexible tissues of the chosen specimen-a powerful and intact one -

lost nothing of their more than leathery toughness. Lake was puzzled as to how

he might make the requisite incisions without violence destructive enough to

upset all the structural niceties he was looking for. He had, it is true, seven

more perfect specimens; but these were too few to use up recklessly unless the

cave might later yield an unlimited supply. Accordingly he removed the specimen

and dragged in one which, though having remnants of the starfish arrangements at

both ends, was badly crushed and partly disrupted along one of the great torso

furrows.

Results, quickly reported over the wireless, were baffling and provocative

indeed. Nothing like delicacy or accuracy was possible with instruments hardly

able to cut the anomalous tissue, but the little that was achieved left us all

awed and bewildered. Existing biology would have to be wholly revised, for this

thing was no product of any cell growth science knows about. There had been

scarcely any mineral replacement, and despite an age of perhaps forty million

years, the internal organs were wholly intact. The leathery, undeteriorative,

and almost indestructible quality was an inherent attribute of the thing’s form

of organization, and pertained to some paleogean cycle of invertebrate evolution

utterly beyond our powers of speculation. At first all that Lake found was dry,

but as the heated tent produced its thawing effect, organic moisture of pungent

and offensive odor was encountered toward the thing’s uninjured side. It was not

blood, but a thick, dark-green fluid apparently answering the same purpose. By

the time Lake reached this stage, all thirty-seven dogs had been brought to the

still uncompleted corral near the camp, and even at that distance set up a

savage barking and show of restlessness at the acrid, diffusive smell.

Far from helping to place the strange entity, this provisional dissection merely

deepened its mystery. All guesses about its external members had been correct,

and on the evidence of these one could hardly hesitate to call the thing animal;

but internal inspection brought up so many vegetable evidences that Lake was

left hopelessly at sea. It had digestion and circulation, and eliminated waste

matter through the reddish tubes of its starfish-shaped base. Cursorily, one

would say that its respiration apparatus handled oxygen rather than carbon

dioxide, and there were odd evidences of air-storage chambers and methods of

shifting respiration from the external orifice to at least two other fully

developed breathing systems - gills and pores. Clearly, it was amphibian, and

probably adapted to long airless hibernation periods as well. Vocal organs

seemed present in connection with the main respiratory system, but they

presented anomalies beyond immediate solution. Articulate speech, in the sense

of syllable utterance, seemed barely conceivable, but musical piping notes

covering a wide range were highly probable. The muscular system was almost

prematurely developed.

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The nervous system was so complex and highly developed as to leave Lake aghast.

Though excessively primitive and archaic in some respects, the thing had a set

of ganglial centers and connectives arguing the very extremes of specialized

development. Its five-lobed brain was surprisingly advanced, and there were

signs of a sensory equipment, served in part through the wiry cilia of the head,

involving factors alien to any other terrestrial organism. Probably it has more

than five senses, so that its habits could not be predicted from any existing

analogy. It must, Lake thought, have been a creature of keen sensitiveness and

delicately differentiated functions in its primal world - much like the ants and

bees of today. It reproduced like the vegetable crytogams, especially the

Pteridophyta, having spore cases at the tips of the wings and evidently

developing from a thallus or prothallus.

But to give it a name at this stage was mere folly. It looked like a radiate,

but was clearly something more. It was partly vegetable, but had three-fourths

of the essentials of animal structure. That it was marine in origin, its

symmetrical contour and certain other attributes clearly indicated; yet one

could not be exact as to the limit of its later adaptations. The wings, after

all, held a persistent suggestion of the aerial. How it could have undergone its

tremendously complex evolution on a new-born earth in time to leave prints in

Archaean rocks was so far beyond conception as to make Lake whimsically recall

the primal myths about Great Old Ones who filtered down from the stars and

concocted earth life as a joke or mistake; and the wild tales of cosmic hill

things from outside told by a folklorist colleague in Miskatonic’s English

department.

Naturally, he considered the possibility of the pre-Cambrian prints having been

made by a less evolved ancestor of the present specimens, but quickly rejected

this too-facile theory upon considering the advanced structural qualities of the

older fossils. If anything, the later contours showed decadence rather than

higher evolution. The size of the pseudofeet had decreased, and the whole

morphology seemed coarsened and simplified. Moreover, the nerves and organs just

examined held singular suggestions of retrogression from forms still more

complex. Atrophied and vestigial parts were surprisingly prevalent. Altogether,

little could be said to have been solved; and Lake fell back on mythology for a

provisional name - jocosely dubbing his finds "The Elder Ones."

At about 2:30 A.M., having decided to postpone further work and get a little

rest, he covered the dissected organism with a tarpaulin, emerged from the

laboratory tent, and studied the intact specimens with renewed interest. The

ceaseless antarctic sun had begun to limber up their tissues a trifle, so that

the head points and tubes of two or three showed signs of unfolding; but Lake

did not believe there was any danger of immediate decomposition in the almost

subzero air. He did, however, move all the undissected specimens close together

and throw a spare tent over them in order to keep off the direct solar rays.

That would also help to keep their possible scent away from the dogs, whose

hostile unrest was really becoming a problem, even at their substantial distance

and behind the higher and higher snow walls which an increased quota of the men

were hastening to raise around their quarters. He had to weight down the corners

of the tent cloth with heavy blocks of snow to hold it in place amidst the

rising gale, for the titan mountains seemed about to deliver some gravely severe

blasts. Early apprehensions about sudden antarctic winds were revived, and under

Atwood’s supervision precautions were taken to bank the tents, new dog corral,

and crude aeroplane shelters with snow on the mountainward side. These latter

shelters, begun with hard snow blocks during odd moments, were by no means as

high as they should have been; and Lake finally detached all hands from other

tasks to work on them.

It was after four when Lake at last prepared to sign off and advised us all to

share the rest period his outfit would take when the shelter walls were a little

higher. He held some friendly chat with Pabodie over the ether, and repeated his

praise of the really marvelous drills that had helped him make his discovery.

Atwood also sent greetings and praises. I gave Lake a warm word of

congratulations, owning up that he was right about the western trip, and we all

agreed to get in touch by wireless at ten in the morning. If the gale was then

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over, Lake would send a plane for the party at my base. Just before retiring I

dispatched a final message to the Arkham with instructions about toning down the

day’s news for the outside world, since the full details seemed radical enough

to rouse a wave of incredulity until further substantiated.

III

None of us, I imagine, slept very heavily or continuously that morning. Both the

excitement of Lake’s discovery and the mounting fury of the wind were against

such a thing. So savage was the blast, even where we were, that we could not

help wondering how much worse it was at Lake’s camp, directly under the vast

unknown peaks that bred and delivered it. McTighe was awake at ten o’clock and

tried to get Lake on the wireless, as agreed, but some electrical condition in

the disturbed air to the westward seemed to prevent communication. We did,

however, get the Arkham, and Douglas told me that he had likewise been vainly

trying to reach Lake. He had not known about the wind, for very little was

blowing at McMurdo Sound, despite its persistent rage where we were.

Throughout the day we all listened anxiously and tried to get Lake at intervals,

but invariably without results. About noon a positive frenzy of wind stampeded

out of the west, causing us to fear for the safety of our camp; but it

eventually died down, with only a moderate relapse at 2 P.M. After three o’clock

it was very quiet, and we redoubled our efforts to get Lake. Reflecting that he

had four planes, each provided with an excellent short-wave outfit, we could not

imagine any ordinary accident capable of crippling all his wireless equipment at

once. Nevertheless the stony silence continued, and when we thought of the

delirious force the wind must have had in his locality we could not help making

the more direful conjectures.

By six o’clock our fears had become intense and definite, and after a wireless

consultation with Douglas and Thorfinnssen I resolved to take steps toward

investigation. The fifth aeroplane, which we had left at the McMurdo Sound

supply cache with Sherman and two sailors, was in good shape and ready for

instant use, and it seemed that the very emergency for which it had been saved

was now upon us. I got Sherman by wireless and ordered him to join me with the

plane and the two sailors at the southern base as quickly as possible, the air

conditions being apparently highly favorable. We then talked over the personnel

of the coming investigation party, and decided that we would include all hands,

together with the sledge and dogs which I had kept with me. Even so great a load

would not be too much for one of the huge planes built to our special orders for

heavy machinery transportation. At intervals I still tried to reach Lake with

the wireless, but all to no purpose.

Sherman, with the sailors Gunnarsson and Larsen, took off at 7:30; and reported

a quiet flight from several points on the wing. They arrived at our base at

midnight, and all hands at once discussed the next move. It was risky business

sailing over the antarctic in a single aeroplane without any line of bases, but

no one drew back from what seemed like the plainest necessity. We turned in at

two o’clock for a brief rest after some preliminary loading of the plane, but

were up again in four hours to finish the loading and packing.

At 7:15 A.M., January 25th, we started flying northwestward under McTighe’s

pilotage with ten men, seven dogs, a sledge, a fuel and food supply, and other

items including the plane’s wireless outfit. The atmosphere was clear, fairly

quiet, and relatively mild in temperature, and we anticipated very little

trouble in reaching the latitude and longitude designated by Lake as the site of

his camp. Our apprehensions were over what we might find, or fail to find, at

the end of our journey, for silence continued to answer all calls dispatched to

the camp.

Every incident of that four-and-a-half-hour flight is burned into my

recollection because of its crucial position in my life. It marked my loss, at

the age of fifty-four, of all that peace and balance which the normal mind

possesses through its accustomed conception of external nature and nature’s

laws. Thenceforward the ten of us - but the student Danforth and myself above

all others - were to face a hideously amplified world of lurking horrors which

nothing can erase from our emotions, and which we would refrain from sharing

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with mankind in general if we could. The newspapers have printed the bulletins

we sent from the moving plane, telling of our nonstop course, our two battles

with treacherous upper-air gales, our glimpse of the broken surface where Lake

had sunk his mid-journey shaft three days before, and our sight of a group of

those strange fluffy snow cylinders noted by Amundsen and Byrd as rolling in the

wind across the endless leagues of frozen plateau. There came a point, though,

when our sensations could not be conveyed in any words the press would

understand, and a latter point when we had to adopt an actual rule of strict

censorship.

The sailor Larsen was first to spy the jagged line of witchlike cones and

pinnacles ahead, and his shouts sent everyone to the windows of the great

cabined plane. Despite our speed, they were very slow in gaining prominence;

hence we knew that they must be infinitely far off, and visible only because of

their abnormal height. Little by little, however, they rose grimly into the

western sky; allowing us to distinguish various bare, bleak, blackish summits,

and to catch the curious sense of fantasy which they inspired as seen in the

reddish antarctic light against the provocative background of iridescent

ice-dust clouds. In the whole spectacle there was a persistent, pervasive hint

of stupendous secrecy and potential revelation. It was as if these stark,

nightmare spires marked the pylons of a frightful gateway into forbidden spheres

of dream, and complex gulfs of remote time, space, and ultradimensionality. I

could not help feeling that they were evil things-mountains of madness whose

farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething,

half-luminous cloud background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal

beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial, and gave appalling reminders of

the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this

untrodden and unfathomed austral world.

It was young Danforth who drew our notice to the curious regularities of the

higher mountain skyline - regularities like clinging fragments of perfect cubes,

which Lake had mentioned in his messages, and which indeed justified his

comparison with the dreamlike suggestions of primordial temple ruins, on cloudy

Asian mountaintops so subtly and strangely painted by Roerich. There was indeed

something hauntingly Roerich-like about this whole unearthly continent of

mountainous mystery. I had felt it in October when we first caught sight of

Victoria Land, and I felt it afresh now. I felt, too, another wave of uneasy

consciousness of Archaean mythical resemblances; of how disturbingly this lethal

realm corresponded to the evilly famed plateau of Leng in the primal writings.

Mythologists have placed Leng in Central Asia; but the racial memory of man - or

of his predecessors - is long, and it may well be that certain tales have come

down from lands and mountains and temples of horror earlier than Asia and

earlier than any human world we know. A few daring mystics have hinted at a

pre-Pleistocene origin for the fragmentary Pnakotic Manuscripts, and have

suggested that the devotees of Tsathoggua were as alien to mankind as Tsathoggua

itself. Leng, wherever in space or time it might brood, was not a region I would

care to be in or near, nor did I relish the proximity of a world that had ever

bred such ambiguous and Archaean monstrosities as those Lake had just mentioned.

At the moment I felt sorry that I had ever read the abhorred Necronomicon, or

talked so much with that unpleasantly erudite folklorist Wilmarth at the

university.

This mood undoubtedly served to aggravate my reaction to the bizarre mirage

which burst upon us from the increasingly opalescent zenith as we drew near the

mountains and began to make out the cumulative undulations of the foothills. I

had seen dozens of polar mirages during the preceding weeks, some of them quite

as uncanny and fantastically vivid as the present example; but this one had a

wholly novel and obscure quality of menacing symbolism, and I shuddered as the

seething labyrinth of fabulous walls and towers and minarets loomed out of the

troubled ice vapors above our heads.

The effect was that of a Cyclopean city of no architecture known to man or to

human imagination, with vast aggregations of night-black masonry embodying

monstrous perversions of geometrical laws. There were truncated cones, sometimes

terraced or fluted, surmounted by tall cylindrical shafts here and there

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bulbously enlarged and often capped with tiers of thinnish scalloped disks; and

strange beetling, table-like constructions suggesting piles of multitudinous

rectangular slabs or circular plates or five-pointed stars with each one

overlapping the one beneath. There were composite cones and pyramids either

alone or surmounting cylinders or cubes or flatter truncated cones and pyramids,

and occasional needle-like spires in curious clusters of five. All of these

febrile structures seemed knit together by tubular bridges crossing from one to

the other at various dizzy heights, and the implied scale of the whole was

terrifying and oppressive in its sheer gigantism. The general type of mirage was

not unlike some of the wilder forms observed and drawn by the arctic whaler

Scoresby in 1820, but at this time and place, with those dark, unknown mountain

peaks soaring stupendously ahead, that anomalous elder-world discovery in our

minds, and the pall of probable disaster enveloping the greater part of our

expedition, we all seemed to find in it a taint of latent malignity and

infinitely evil portent.

I was glad when the mirage began to break up, though in the process the various

nightmare turrets and cones assumed distorted, temporary forms of even vaster

hideousness. As the whole illusion dissolved to churning opalescence we began to

look earthward again, and saw that our journey’s end was not far off. The

unknown mountains ahead rose dizzily up like a fearsome rampart of giants, their

curious regularities showing with startling clearness even without a field

glass. We were over the lowest foothills now, and could see amidst the snow,

ice, and bare patches of their main plateau a couple of darkish spots which we

took to be Lake’s camp and boring. The higher foothills shot up between five and

six miles away, forming a range almost distinct from the terrifying line of more

than Himalayan peaks beyond them. At length Ropes-the student who had relieved

McTighe at the controls - began to head downward toward the left-hand dark spot

whose size marked it as the camp. As he did so, McTighe sent out the last

uncensored wireless message the world was to receive from our expedition.

Everyone, of course, has read the brief and unsatisfying bulletins of the rest

of our antarctic sojourn. Some hours after our landing we sent a guarded report

of the tragedy we found, and reluctantly announced the wiping out of the whole

Lake party by the frightful wind of the preceding day, or of the night before

that. Eleven known dead, young Gedney missing. People pardoned our hazy lack of

details through realization of the shock the sad event must have caused us, and

believed us when we explained that the mangling action of the wind had rendered

all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside. Indeed, I flatter

myself that even in the midst of our distress, utter bewilderment, and

soul-clutching horror, we scarcely went beyond the truth in any specific

instance. The tremendous significance lies in what we dared not tell; what I

would not tell now but for the need of warning others off from nameless terrors.

It is a fact that the wind had brought dreadful havoc. Whether all could have

lived through it, even without the other thing, is gravely open to doubt. The

storm, with its fury of madly driven ice particles, must have been beyond

anything our expedition had encountered before. One aeroplane shelter-wall, it

seems, had been left in a far too flimsy and inadequate state - was nearly

pulverized-and the derrick at the distant boring was entirely shaken to pieces.

The exposed metal of the grounded planes and drilling machinery was bruised into

a high polish, and two of the small tents were flattened despite their snow

banking. Wooden surfaces left out in the blaster were pitted and denuded of

paint, and all signs of tracks in the snow were completely obliterated. It is

also true that we found none of the Archaean biological objects in a condition

to take outside as a whole. We did gather some minerals from a vast, tumbled

pile, including several of the greenish soapstone fragments whose odd

five-pointed rounding and faint patterns of grouped dots caused so many doubtful

comparisons; and some fossil bones, among which were the most typical of the

curiously injured specimens.

None of the dogs survived, their hurriedly built snow inclosure near the camp

being almost wholly destroyed. The wind may have done that, though the greater

breakage on the side next the camp, which was not the windward one, suggests an

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outward leap or break of the frantic beasts themselves. All three sledges were

gone, and we have tried to explain that the wind may have blown them off into

the unknown. The drill and ice-melting machinery at the boring were too badly

damaged to warrant salvage, so we used them to choke up that subtly disturbing

gateway to the past which Lake had blasted. We likewise left at the camp the two

most shaken up of the planes; since our surviving party had only four real

pilots - Sherman, Danforth, McTighe, and Ropes - in all, with Danforth in a poor

nervous shape to navigate. We brought back all the books, scientific equipment,

and other incidentals we could find, though much was rather unaccountably blown

away. Spare tents and furs were either missing or badly out of condition.

It was approximately 4 P.M., after wide plane cruising had forced us to give

Gedney up for lost, that we sent our guarded message to the Arkham for relaying;

and I think we did well to keep it as calm and noncommittal as we succeeded in

doing. The most we said about agitation concerned our dogs, whose frantic

uneasiness near the biological specimens was to be expected from poor Lake’s

accounts. We did not mention, I think, their display of the same uneasiness when

sniffing around the queer greenish soapstones and certain other objects in the

disordered region-objects including scientific instruments, aeroplanes, and

machinery, both at the camp and at the boring, whose parts had been loosened,

moved, or otherwise tampered with by winds that must have harbored singular

curiosity and investigativeness.

About the fourteen biological specimens, we were pardonably indefinite. We said

that the only ones we discovered were damaged, but that enough was left of them

to prove Lake’s description wholly and impressively accurate. It was hard work

keeping our personal emotions out of this matter - and we did not mention

numbers or say exactly how we had found those which we did find. We had by that

time agreed not to transmit anything suggesting madness on the part of Lake’s

men, and it surely looked like madness to find six imperfect monstrosities

carefully buried upright in nine-foot snow graves under five-pointed mounds

punched over with groups of dots in patterns exactly those on the queer greenish

soapstones dug up from Mesozoic or Tertiary times. The eight perfect specimens

mentioned by Lake seemed to have been completely blown away.

We were careful, too, about the public’s general peace of mind; hence Danforth

and I said little about that frightful trip over the mountains the next day. It

was the fact that only a radically lightened plane could possibly cross a range

of such height, which mercifully limited that scouting tour to the two of us. On

our return at one A.M., Danforth was close to hysterics, but kept an admirably

stiff upper lip. It took no persuasion to make him promise not to show our

sketches and the other things we brought away in our pockets, not to say

anything more to the others than what we had agreed to relay outside, and to

hide our camera films for private development later on; so that part of my

present story will be as new to Pabodie, McTighe, Ropes, Sherman, and the rest

as it will be to the world in general. Indeed, Danforth is closer mouthed than

I: for he saw, or thinks he saw, one thing he will not tell even me.

As all know, our report included a tale of a hard ascent - a confirmation of

Lake’s opinion that the great peaks are of Archaean slate and other very primal

crumpled strata unchanged since at least middle Comanchian times; a conventional

comment on the regularity of the clinging cube and rampart formations; a

decision that the cave mouths indicate dissolved calcaerous veins; a conjecture

that certain slopes and passes would permit of the scaling and crossing of the

entire range by seasoned mountaineers; and a remark that the mysterious other

side holds a lofty and immense superplateau as ancient and unchanging as the

mountains themselves - twenty thousand feet in elevation, with grotesque rock

formations protruding through a thin glacial layer and with low gradual

foothills between the general plateau surface and the sheer precipices of the

highest peaks.

This body of data is in every respect true so far as it goes, and it completely

satisfied the men at the camp. We laid our absence of sixteen hours - a longer

time than our announced flying, landing, reconnoitering, and rock-collecting

program called for - to a long mythical spell of adverse wind conditions, and

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told truly of our landing on the farther foothills. Fortunately our tale sounded

realistic and prosaic enough not to tempt any of the others into emulating our

flight. Had any tried to do that, I would have used every ounce of my persuasion

to stop them - and I do not know what Danforth would have done. While we were

gone, Pabodie, Sherman, Ropes, McTighe, and Williamson had worked like beavers

over Lake’s two best planes, fitting them again for use despite the altogether

unaccountable juggling of their operative mechanism.

We decided to load all the planes the next morning and start back for our old

base as soon as possible. Even though indirect, that was the safest way to work

toward McMurdo Sound; for a straightline flight across the most utterly unknown

stretches of the aeon-dead continent would involve many additional hazards.

Further exploration was hardly feasible in view of our tragic decimation and the

ruin of our drilling machinery. The doubts and horrors around us-which we did

not reveal - made us wish only to escape from this austral world of desolation

and brooding madness as swiftly as we could.

As the public knows, our return to the world was accomplished without further

disasters. All planes reached the old base on the evening of the next

day-january 27th-after a swift nonstop flight; and on the 28th we made McMurdo

Sound in two laps, the one pause being very brief, and occasioned by a faulty

rudder in the furious wind over the ice shelf after we had cleared the great

plateau. In five days more, the Arkham and Miskatonic, with all hands and

equipment on board, were shaking clear of the thickening field ice and working

up Ross Sea with the mocking mountains of Victoria Land looming westward against

a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind’s wails into a wide-ranged

musical piping which chilled my soul to the quick. Less than a fortnight later

we left the last hint of polar land behind us and thanked heaven that we were

clear of a haunted, accursed realm where life and death, space and time, have

made black and blasphemous alliances, in the unknown epochs since matter first

writhed and swam on the planet’s scarce-cooled crust.

Since our return we have all constantly worked to discourage antarctic

exploration, and have kept certain doubts and guesses to ourselves with splendid

unity and faithfulness. Even young Danforth, with his nervous breakdown, has not

flinched or babbled to his doctors - indeed, as I have said, there is one thing

he thinks he alone saw which he will not tell even me, though I think it would

help his psychological state if he would consent to do so. It might explain and

relieve much, though perhaps the thing was no more than the delusive aftermath

of an earlier shock. That is the impression I gather after those rare,

irresponsible moments when he whispers disjointed things to me - things which he

repudiates vehemently as soon as he gets a grip on himself again.

It will be hard work deterring others from the great white south, and some of

our efforts may directly harm our cause by drawing inquiring notice. We might

have known from the first that human curiosity is undying, and that the results

we announced would be enough to spur others ahead on the same age-long pursuit

of the unknown. Lake’s reports of those biological monstrosities had aroused

naturalists and paleontologists to the highest pitch, though we were sensible

enough not to show the detached parts we had taken from the actual buried

specimens, or our photographs of those specimens as they were found. We also

refrained from showing the more puzzling of the scarred bones and greenish

soapstones; while Dan-forth and I have closely guarded the pictures we took or

drew on the superplateau across the range, and the crumpled things we smoothed,

studied in terror, and brought away in our pockets.

But now that Starkweather-Moore party is organizing, and with a thoroughness far

beyond anything our outfit attempted. If not dissuaded, they will get to the

innermost nucleus of the antarctic and melt and bore till they bring up that

which we know may end the world. So I must break through all reticences at last

- even about that ultimate, nameless thing beyond the mountains of madness.

IV

It is only with vast hesitancy and repugnance that I let my mind go back to

Lake’s camp and what we really found there - and to that other thing beyond the

mountains of madness. I am constantly tempted to shirk the details, and to let

hints stand for actual facts and ineluctable deductions. I hope I have said

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enough already to let me glide briefly over the rest; the rest, that is, of the

horror at the camp. I have told of the wind-ravaged terrain, the damaged

shelters, the disarranged machinery, the varied uneasiness of our dogs, the

missing sledges and other items, the deaths of men and dogs, the absence of

Gedney, and the six insanely buried biological specimens, strangely sound in

texture for all their structural injuries, from a world forty million years

dead. I do not recall whether I mentioned that upon checking up the canine

bodies we found one dog missing. We did not think much about that till later -

indeed, only Danforth and I have thought of it at all.

The principal things I have been keeping back relate to the bodies, and to

certain subtle points which may or may not lend a hideous and incredible kind of

rationale to the apparent chaos. At the time, I tried to keep the men’s minds

off those points; for it was so much simpler - so much more normal - to lay

everything to an outbreak of madness on the part of some of Lake’s party. From

the look of things, that demon mountain wind must have been enough to drive any

man mad in the midst of this center of all earthly mystery and desolation.

The crowning abnormality, of course, was the condition of the bodies - men and

dogs alike. They had all been in some terrible kind of conflict, and were torn

and mangled in fiendish and altogether inexplicable ways. Death, so far as we

could judge, had in each case come from strangulation or laceration. The dogs

had evidently started the trouble, for the state of their ill-built corral bore

witness to its forcible breakage from within. It had been set some distance from

the camp because of the hatred of the animals for those hellish Archaean

organisms, but the precaution seemed to have been taken in vain. When left alone

in that monstrous wind, behind flimsy walls of insufficient height, they must

have stampeded - whether from the wind itself, or from some subtle, increasing

odor emitted by the nightmare specimens, one could not say.

But whatever had happened, it was hideous and revolting enough. Perhaps I had

better put squeamishness aside and tell the worst at last - though with a

categorical statement of opinion, based on the first-hand observations and most

rigid deductions of both Danforth and myself, that the then missing Gedney was

in no way responsible for the loathsome horrors we found. I have said that the

bodies were frightfully mangled. Now I must add that some were incised and

subtracted from in the most curious, cold-blooded, and inhuman fashion. It was

the same with dogs and men. All the healthier, fatter bodies, quadrupedal or

bipedal, had had their most solid masses of tissue cut out and removed, as by a

careful butcher; and around them was a strange sprinkling of salt - taken from

the ravaged provision chests on the planes - which conjured up the most horrible

associations. The thing had occurred in one of the crude aeroplane shelters from

which the plane had been dragged out, and subsequent winds had effaced all

tracks which could have supplied any plausible theory. Scattered bits of

clothing, roughly slashed from the human incision subjects, hinted no clues. It

is useless to bring up the half impression of certain faint snow prints in one

shielded corner of the ruined inclosure - because that impression did not

concern human prints at all, but was clearly mixed up with all the talk of

fossil prints which poor Lake had been giving throughout the preceding weeks.

One had to be careful of one’s imagination in the lee of those overshadowing

mountains of madness.

As I have indicated, Gedney and one dog turned out to be missing in the end.

When we came on that terrible shelter we had missed two dogs and two men; but

the fairly unharmed dissecting tent, which we entered after investigating the

monstrous graves, had something to reveal. It was not as Lake had left it, for

the covered parts of the primal monstrosity had been removed from the improvised

table. Indeed, we had already realized that one of the six imperfect and

insanely buried things we had found - the one with the trace of a peculiarly

hateful odor - must represent the collected sections of the entity which Lake

had tried to analyze. On and around that laboratory table were strewn other

things, and it did not take long for us to guess that those things were the

carefully though oddly and inexpertly dissected parts of one man and one dog. I

shall spare the feelings of survivors by omitting mention of the man’s identity.

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Lake’s anatomical instruments were missing, but there were evidences of their

careful cleansing. The gasoline stove was also gone, though around it we found a

curious litter of matches. We buried the human parts beside the other ten men;

and the canine parts with the other thirty-five dogs. Concerning the bizarre

smudges on the laboratory table, and on the jumble of roughly handled

illustrated books scattered near it, we were much too bewildered to speculate.

This formed the worst of the camp horror, but other things were equally

perplexing. The disappearance of Gedney, the one dog, the eight uninjured

biological specimens, the three sledges, and certain instruments, illustrated

technical and scientific books, writing materials, electric torches and

batteries, food and fuel, heating apparatus, spare tents, fur suits, and the

like, was utterly beyond sane conjecture; as were likewise the spatter-fringed

ink blots on certain pieces of paper, and the evidences of curious alien

fumbling and experimentation around the planes and all other mechanical devices

both at the camp and at the boring. The dogs seemed to abhor this oddly

disordered machinery. Then, too, there was the upsetting of the larder, the

disappearance of certain staples, and the jarringly comical heap of tin cans

pried open in the most unlikely ways and at the most unlikely places. The

profusion of scattered matches, intact, broken, or spent, formed another minor

enigma - as did the two or three tent cloths and fur suits which we found lying

about with peculiar and unorthodox slashings conceivably due to clumsy efforts

at unimaginable adaptations. The maltreatment of the human and canine bodies,

and the crazy burial of the damaged Archaean specimens, were all of a piece with

this apparent disintegrative madness. In view of just such an eventuality as the

present one, we carefully photographed all the main evidences of insane disorder

at the camp; and shall use the prints to buttress our pleas against the

departure of the proposed Starkweather-Moore Expedition.

Our first act after finding the bodies in the shelter was to photograph and open

the row of insane graves with the five-pointed snow mounds. We could not help

noticing the resemblance of these monstrous mounds, with their clusters of

grouped dots, to poor Lake’s descriptions of the strange greenish soapstones;

and when we came on some of the soapstones themselves in the great mineral pile,

we found the likeness very close indeed. The whole general formation, it must be

made clear, seemed abominably suggestive of the starfish head of the Archaean

entities; and we agreed that the suggestion must have worked potently upon the

sensitized minds of Lake’s overwrought party.

For madness - centering in Gedney as the only possible surviving agent - was the

explanation spontaneously adopted by everybody so far as spoken utterance was

concerned; though I will not be so naive as to deny that each of us may have

harbored wild guesses which sanity forbade him to formulate completely. Sherman,

Pabodie, and McTighe made an exhaustive aeroplane cruise over all the

surrounding territory in the afternoon, sweeping the horizon with field glasses

in quest of Gedney and of the various missing things; but nothing came to light.

The party reported that the titan barrier range extended endlessly to right and

left alike, without any diminution in height or essential structure. On some of

the peaks, though, the regular cube and rampart formations were bolder and

plainer, having doubly fantastic similitudes to Roerich-painted Asian hill

ruins. The distribution of cryptical cave mouths on the black snow-denuded

summits seemed roughly even as far as the range could be traced.

In spite of all the prevailing horrors, we were left with enough sheer

scientific zeal and adventurousness to wonder about the unknown realm beyond

those mysterious mountains. As our guarded messages stated, we rested at

midnight after our day of terror and bafflement - but not without a tentative

plan for one or more range-crossing altitude flights in a lightened plane with

aerial camera and geologist’s outfit, beginning the following morning. It was

decided that Danforth and I try it first, and we awaked at 7 A.M. intending an

early flight; however, heavy winds - mentioned in our brief, bulletin to the

outside world - delayed our start till nearly nine o’clock.

I have already repeated the noncommittal story we told the men at camp - and

relayed outside - after our return sixteen hours later. It is now my terrible

duty to amplify this account by filling in the merciful blanks with hints of

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what we really saw in the hidden transmontane world - hints of the revelations

which have finally driven Danforth to a nervous collapse. I wish he would add a

really frank word about the thing which he thinks he alone saw - even though it

was probably a nervous delusion - and which was perhaps the last straw that put

him where he is; but he is firm against that. All I can do is to repeat his

later disjointed whispers about what set him shrieking as the plane soared back

through the wind-tortured mountain pass after that real and tangible shock which

I shared. This will form my last word. If the plain signs of surviving elder

horrors in what I disclose be not enough to keep others from meddling with the

inner antarctic-or at least from prying too deeply beneath the surface of that

ultimate waste of forbidden secrets and inhuman, aeon-cursed desolation - the

responsibility for unnamable and perhaps immeasurable evils will not be mine.

Danforth and I, studying the notes made by Pabodie in his afternoon flight and

checking up with a sextant, had calculated that the lowest available pass in the

range lay somewhat to the right of us, within sight of camp, and about

twenty-three thousand or twenty-four thousand feet above sea level. For this

point, then, we first headed in the lightened plane as we embarked on our flight

of discovery. The camp itself, on foothills which sprang from a high continental

plateau, was some twelve thousand feet in altitude; hence the actual height

increase necessary was not so vast as it might seem. Nevertheless we were

actually conscious of the rarefied air and intense cold as we rose; for, on

account of visibility conditions, we had to leave the cabin windows open. We

were dressed, of course, in our heaviest furs.

As we drew near the forbidding peaks, dark and sinister above the line of

crevasse-riven snow and interstitial glaciers, we noticed more and more the

curiously regular formations clinging to the slopes; and thought again of the

strange Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich. The ancient and wind-weathered rock

strata fully verified all of Lake’s bulletins, and proved that these pinnacles

had been towering up in exactly the same way since.a surprisingly early time in

earth’s history-perhaps over fifty million years. How much higher they had once

been, it was futile to guess; but everything about this strange region pointed

to obscure atmospheric influences unfavorable to change, and calculated to

retard the usual climatic processes of rock disintegration.

But it was the mountainside tangle of regular cubes, ramparts, and cave mouths

which fascinated and disturbed us most. I studied them with a field glass and

took aerial photographs while Danforth drove; and at times I relieved him at the

controls - though my aviation knowledge was purely an amateur’s - in order to

let him use the binoculars. We could easily see that much of the material of the

things was a lightish Archaean quartzite, unlike any formation visible over

broad areas of the general surface; and that their regularity was extreme and

uncanny to an extent which poor Lake had scarcely hinted.

As he had said, their edges were crumbled and rounded from untold aeons of

savage weathering; but their preternatural solidity and tough material had saved

them from obliteration. Many parts, especially those closest to the slopes,

seemed identical in substance with the surrounding rock surface. The whole

arrangement looked like the ruins of Macchu Picchu in the Andes, or the primal

foundation walls of Kish as dug up by the Oxford Field Museum Expedition in

1929; and both Danforth and I obtained that occasional impression of separate

Cyclopean blocks which Lake had attributed to his flight-companion Carroll. How

to account for such things in this place was frankly beyond me, and I felt

queerly humbled as a geologist. Igneous formations often have strange

regularities - like the famous Giants’ Causeway in Ireland-but this stupendous

range, despite Lake’s original suspicion of smoking cones, was above all else

nonvolcanic in evident structure.

The curious cave mouths, near which the odd formations seemed most abundant,

presented another albeit a lesser puzzle because of their regularity of outline.

They were, as Lake’s bulletin had said, often approximately square or

semicircular; as if the natural orifices had been shaped to greater symmetry by

some magic hand. Their numerousness and wide distribution were remarkable, and

suggested that the whole region was honeycombed with tunnels dissolved out of

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limestone strata. Such glimpses as we secured did not extend far within the

caverns, but we saw that they were apparently clear of stalactites and

stalagmites. Outside, those parts of the mountain slopes adjoining the apertures

seemed invariably smooth and regular; and Danforth thought that the slight

cracks and pittings of the weathering tended toward unusual patterns. Filled as

he was with the horrors and strangenesses discovered at the camp, he hinted that

the pittings vaguely resembled those baffling groups of dots sprinkled over the

primeval greenish soapstones, so hideously duplicated on the madly conceived

snow mounds above those six buried monstrosities.

We had risen gradually in flying over the higher foothills and along toward the

relatively low pass we had selected. As we advanced we occasionally looked down

at the snow and ice of the land route, wondering whether we could have attempted

the trip with the simpler equipment of earlier days. Somewhat to our surprise we

saw that the terrain was far from difficult as such things go; and that despite

the crevasses and other bad spots it would not have been likely to deter the

sledges of a Scott, a Shackleton, or an Amundsen. Some of the glaciers appeared

to lead up to wind-bared passes with unusual continuity, and upon reaching our

chosen pass we found that its case formed no exception.

Our sensations of tense expectancy as we prepared to round the crest and peer

out over an untrodden world can hardly be described on paper; even though we had

no cause to think the regions beyond the range essentially different from those

already seen and traversed. The touch of evil mystery in these barrier

mountains, and in the beckoning sea of opalescent sky glimpsed betwixt their

summits, was a highly subtle and attenuated matter not to be explained in

literal words. Rather was it an affair of vague psychological symbolism and

aesthetic association - a thing mixed up with exotic poetry and paintings, and

with archaic myths lurking in shunned and forbidden volumes. Even the wind’s

burden held a peculiar strain of conscious malignity; and for a second it seemed

that the composite sound included a bizarre musical whistling or piping over a

wide range as the blast swept in and out of the omnipresent and resonant cave

mouths. There was a cloudy note of reminiscent repulsion in this sound, as

complex and unplaceable as any of the other dark impressions.

We were now, after a slow ascent, at a height of twenty-three thousand, five

hundred and seventy feet according to the aneroid; and had left the region of

clinging snow definitely below us. Up here were only dark, bare rock slopes and

the start of rough-ribbed glaciers - but with those provocative cubes, ramparts,

and echoing cave mouths to add a portent of the unnatural, the fantastic, and

the dreamlike. Looking along the line of high peaks, I thought I could see the

one mentioned by poor Lake, with a rampart exactly on top. It seemed to be half

lost in a queer antarctic haze - such a haze, perhaps, as had been responsible

for Lake’s early notion of volcanism. The pass loomed directly before us, smooth

and windswept between its jagged and malignly frowning pylons. Beyond it was a

sky fretted with swirling vapors and lighted by the low polar sun - the sky of

that mysterious farther realm upon which we felt no human eye had ever gazed.

A few more feet of altitude and we would behold that realm. Danforth and I,

unable to speak except in shouts amidst the howling, piping wind that raced

through the pass and added to the noise of the unmuffled engines, exchanged

eloquent glances. And then, having gained those last few feet, we did indeed

stare across the momentous divide and over the unsampled secrets of an elder and

utterly alien earth.

V

I think that both of us simultaneously cried out in mixed awe, wonder, terror,

and disbelief in our own senses as we finally cleared the pass and saw what lay

beyond. Of course, we must have had some natural theory in the back of our heads

to steady our faculties for the moment. Probably we thought of such things as

the grotesquely weathered stones of the Garden of the Gods in Colorado, or the

fantastically symmetrical wind-carved rocks of the Arizona desert. Perhaps we

even half thought the sight a mirage like that we had seen the morning before on

first approaching those mountains of madness. We must have had some such normal

notions to fall back upon as our eyes swept that limitless, tempest-scarred

plateau and grasped the almost endless labyrinth of colossal, regular, and

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geometrically eurythmic stone masses which reared their crumbled and pitted

crests above a glacial sheet not more than forty or fifty feet deep at its

thickest, and in places obviously thinner.

The effect of the monstrous sight was indescribable, for some fiendish violation

of known natural law seemed certain at the outset. Here, on a hellishly ancient

table-land fully twenty thousand feet high, and in a climate deadly to

habitation since a prehuman age not less than five hundred thousand years ago,

there stretched nearly to the vision’s limit a tangle of orderly stone which

only the desperation of mental self-defense could possibly attribute to any but

conscious and artificial cause. We had previously dismissed, so far as serious

thought was concerned, any theory that the cubes and ramparts of the

mountainsides were other than natural in origin. How could they be otherwise,

when man himself could scarcely have been differentiated from the great apes at

the time when this region succumbed to the present unbroken reign of glacial

death?

Yet now the sway of reason seemed irrefutably shaken, for this Cyclopean maze of

squared, curved, and angled blocks had features which cut off all comfortable

refuge. It was, very clearly, the blasphemous city of the mirage in stark,

objective, and ineluctable reality. That damnable portent had had a material

basis after all - there had been some horizontal stratum of ice dust in the

upper air, and this shocking stone survival had projected its image across the

mountains according to the simple laws of reflection, Of course, the phantom had

been twisted and exaggerated, and had contained things which the real source did

not contain; yet now, as we saw that real source, we thought it even more

hideous and menacing than its distant image.

Only the incredible, unhuman massiveness of these vast stone towers and ramparts

had saved the frightful things from utter annihilation in the hundreds of

thousands - perhaps millions - of years it had brooded there amidst the blasts

of a bleak upland. "Corona Mundi - Roof of the World - " All sorts of fantastic

phrases sprang to our lips as we looked dizzily down at the unbelievable

spectacle. I thought again of the eldritch primal myths that had so persistently

haunted me since my first sight of this dead antarctic world - of the demoniac

plateau of Leng, of the Mi-Go, or abominable Snow Men of the Himalayas, of the

Pnakotic Manuscripts with their prehuman implications, of the Cthulhu cult, of

the Necronomicon, and of the Hyperborean legends of formless Tsathoggua and the

worse than formless star spawn associated with that semientity.

For boundless miles in every direction the thing stretched off with very little

thinning; indeed, as our eyes followed it to the right and left along the base

of the low, gradual foothills which separated it from the actual mountain rim,

we decided that we could see no thinning at all except for an interruption at

the left of the pass through which we had come. We had merely struck, at random,

a limited part of something of incalculable extent. The foothills were more

sparsely sprinkled with grotesque stone structures, linking the terrible city to

the already familiar cubes and ramparts which evidently formed its mountain

outposts. These latter, as well as the queer cave mouths, were as thick on the

inner as on the outer sides of the mountains.

The nameless stone labyrinth consisted, for the most part, of walls from ten to

one hundred and fifty feet in ice-clear height, and of a thickness varying from

five to ten feet. It was composed mostly of prodigious blocks of dark primordial

slate, schist, and sandstone - blocks in many cases as large as 4 x 6 x 8 feet -

though in several places it seemed to be carved out of a solid, uneven bed rock

of preCambrian slate. The buildings were far from equal in size, there being

innumerable honeycomb arrangements of enormous extent as well as smaller

separate structures. The general shape of these things tended to be conical,

pyramidal, or terraced; though there were many perfect cylinders, perfect cubes,

clusters of cubes, and other rectangular forms, and a peculiar sprinkling of

angled edifices whose five-pointed ground plan roughly suggested modern

fortifications. The builders had made constant and expert use of the principle

of the arch, and domes had probably existed in the city’s heyday.

The whole tangle was monstrously weathered, and the glacial surface from which

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the towers projected was strewn with fallen blocks and immemorial debris. Where

the glaciation was transparent we could see the lower parts of the gigantic

piles, and we noticed the ice-preserved stone bridges which connected the

different towers at varying distances above the ground. On the exposed walls we

could detect the scarred places where other and higher bridges of the same sort

had existed. Closer inspection revealed countless largish windows; some of which

were closed with shutters of a petrified material originally wood, though most

gaped open in a sinister and menacing fashion. Many of the ruins, of course,

were roofless, and with uneven though wind-rounded upper edges; whilst others,

of a more sharply conical or pyramidal model or else protected by higher

surrounding structures, preserved intact outlines despite the omnipresent

crumbling and pitting. With the field glass we could barely make out what seemed

to be sculptural decorations in horizontal bands - decorations including those

curious groups of dots whose presence on the ancient soapstones now assumed a

vastly larger significance.

In many places the buildings were totally ruined and the ice sheet deeply riven

from various geologic causes. In other places the stonework was worn down to the

very level of the glaciation. One broad swath, extending from the plateau’s

interior, to a cleft in the foothills about a mile to the left of the pass we

had traversed, was wholly free from buildings. It probably represented, we

concluded, the course of some great river which in Tertiary times - millions of

years ago - had poured through the city and into some prodigious subterranean

abyss of the great barrier range. Certainly, this was above all a region of

caves, gulfs, and underground secrets beyond human penetration.

Looking back to our sensations, and recalling our dazedness at viewing this

monstrous survival from aeons we had thought prehuman, I can only wonder that we

preserved the semblance of equilibrium, which we did. Of course, we knew that

something - chronology, scientific theory, or our own consciousness - was

woefully awry; yet we kept enough poise to guide the plane, observe many things

quite minutely, and take a careful series of photographs which may yet serve

both us and the world in good stead. In my case, ingrained scientific habit may

have helped; for above all my bewilderment and sense of menace, there burned a

dominant curiosity to fathom more of this age-old secret - to know what sort of

beings had built and lived in this incalculably gigantic place, and what

relation to the general world of its time or of other times so unique a

concentration of life could have had.

For this place could be no ordinary city. It must have formed the primary

nucleus and center of some archaic and unbelievable chapter of earth’s history

whose outward ramifications, recalled only dimly in the most obscure and

distorted myths, had vanished utterly amidst the chaos of terrene convulsions

long before any human race we know had shambled out of apedom. Here sprawled a

Palaeogaean megalopolis compared with which the fabled Atlantis and Lemuria,

Commoriom and Uzuldaroum, and Olathoc in the land of Lomar, are recent things of

today - not even of yesterday; a megalopolis ranking with such whispered

prehuman blasphemies as Valusia, R’lyeh, Ib in the land of Mnar, and the

Nameless city of Arabia Deserta. As we flew above that tangle of stark titan

towers my imagination sometimes escaped all bounds and roved aimlessly in realms

of fantastic associations - even weaving links betwixt this lost world and some

of my own wildest dreams concerning the mad horror at the camp.

The plane’s fuel tank, in the interest of greater lightness, had been only

partly filled; hence we now had to exert caution in our explorations. Even so,

however, we covered an enormous extent of ground - or, rather, air - after

swooping down to a level where the wind became virtually negligible. There

seemed to be no limit to the mountain range, or to the length of the frightful

stone city which bordered its inner foothills. Fifty miles of flight in each

direction showed no major change in the labyrinth of rock and masonry that

clawed up corpselike through the eternal ice. There were, though, some highly

absorbing diversifications; such as the carvings on the canyon where that broad

river had once pierced the foothills and approached its sinking place in the

great range. The headlands at the stream’s entrance had been boldly carved into

Cyclopean pylons; and something about the ridgy, barrel-shaped designs stirred

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up oddly vague, hateful, and confusing semi-remembrances in both Danforth and

me.

We also came upon several star-shaped open spaces, evidently public squares, and

noted various undulations in the terrain. Where a sharp hill rose, it was

generally hollowed out into some sort of rambling-stone edifice; but there were

at least two exceptions. Of these latter, one was too badly weathered to

disclose what had been on the jutting eminence, while the other still bore a

fantastic conical monument carved out of the solid rock and roughly resembling

such things as the well-known Snake Tomb in the ancient valley of Petra.

Flying inland from the mountains, we discovered that the city was not of

infinite width, even though its length along the foothills seemed endless. After

about thirty miles the grotesque stone buildings began to thin out, and in ten

more miles we came to an unbroken waste virtually without signs of sentient

artifice. The course of the river beyond the city seemed marked by a broad,

depressed line, while the land assumed a somewhat greater ruggedness, seeming to

slope slightly upward as it receded in the mist-hazed west.

So far we had made no landing, yet to leave the plateau without an attempt at

entering some of the monstrous structures would have been inconceivable.

Accordingly, we decided to find a smooth place on the foothills near our

navigable pass, there grounding the plane and preparing to do some exploration

on foot. Though these gradual slopes were partly covered with a scattering of

ruins, low flying soon disclosed an ampler number of possible landing places.

Selecting that nearest to the pass, since our flight would be across the great

range and back to camp, we succeeded about 12:30 P.M. in effecting a landing on

a smooth, hard snow field wholly devoid of obstacles and well adapted to a swift

and favorable take-off later on.

It did not seem necessary to protect the plane with a snow banking for so brief

a time and in so comfortable an absence of high winds at this level; hence we

merely saw that the landing skis were safely lodged, and that the vital parts of

the mechanism were guarded against the cold. For our foot journey we discarded

the heaviest of our flying furs, and took with us a small outfit consisting of

pocket compass, hand camera, light provisions, voluminous notebooks and paper,

geologist’s hammer and chisel, specimen bags, coil of climbing rope, and

powerful electric torches with extra batteries; this equipment having been

carried in the plane on the chance that we might be able to effect a landing,

take ground pictures, make drawings and topographical sketches, and obtain rock

specimens from some bare slope, outcropping, or mountain cave. Fortunately we

had a supply of extra paper to tear up, place in a spare specimen bag, and use

on the ancient principle of hare and hounds for marking our course in any

interior mazes we might be able to penetrate. This had been brought in case we

found some cave system with air quiet enough to allow such a rapid and easy

method in place of the usual rock-chipping method of trail blazing.

Walking cautiously downhill over the crusted snow toward the stupendous stone

labyrinth that loomed against the opalescent west, we felt almost as keen a

sense of imminent marvels as we had felt on approaching the unfathomed mountain

pass four hours previously. True, we had become visually familiar with the

incredible secret concealed by the barrier peaks; yet the prospect of actually

entering primordial walls reared by conscious beings perhaps millions of years

ago-before any known race of men could have existed - was none the less awesome

and potentially terrible in its implications of cosmic abnormality. Though the

thinness of the air at this prodigious altitude made exertion somewhat more

difficult than usual, both Danforth and I found ourselves bearing up very well,

and felt equal to almost any task which might fall to our lot. It took only a

few steps to bring us to a shapeless ruin worn level with the snow, while ten or

fifteen rods farther on there was a huge, roofless rampart still complete in its

gigantic five-pointed outline and rising to an irregular height of ten or eleven

feet. For this latter we headed; and when at last we were actually able to touch

its weathered Cyclopean blocks, we felt that we had established an unprecedented

and almost blasphemous link with forgotten aeons normally closed to our species.

This rampart, shaped like a star and perhaps three hundred feet from point to

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point, was built of Jurassic sandstone blocks of irregular size, averaging 6 x 8

feet in surface. There was a row of arched loopholes or windows about four feet

wide and five feet high, spaced quite symmetrically along the points of the star

and at its inner angles, and with the bottoms about four feet from the glaciated

surface. Looking through these, we could see that the masonry was fully five

feet thick, that there were no partitions remaining within, and that there were

traces of banded carvings or bas-reliefs on the interior walls - facts we had

indeed guessed before, when flying low over this rampart and others like it.

Though lower parts must have originally existed, all traces of such things were

now wholly obscured by the deep layer of ice and snow at this point.

We crawled through one of the windows and vainly tried to decipher the nearly

effaced mural designs, but did not attempt to disturb the glaciated floor. Our

orientation flights had indicated that many buildings in the city proper were

less ice-choked, and that we might perhaps find wholly clear interiors leading

down to the true ground level if we entered those structures still roofed at the

top. Before we left the rampart we photographed it carefully, and studied its

mortar-less Cyclopean masonry with complete bewilderment. We wished that Pabodie

were present, for his engineering knowledge might have helped us guess how such

titanic blocks could have been handled in that unbelievably remote age when the

city and its outskirts were built up.

The half-mile walk downhill to the actual city, with the upper wind shrieking

vainly and savagely through the skyward peaks in the background, was something

of which the smallest details will always remain engraved on my mind. Only in

fantastic nightmares could any human beings but Danforth and me conceive such

optical effects. Between us and the churning vapors of the west lay that

monstrous tangle of dark stone towers, its outre and incredible forms impressing

us afresh at every new angle of vision. It was a mirage in solid stone, and were

it not for the photographs, I would still doubt that such a thing could be. The

general type of masonry was identical with that of the rampart we had examined;

but the extravagant shapes which this masonry took in its urban manifestations

were past all description.

Even the pictures illustrate only one or two phases of its endless variety,

preternatural massiveness, and utterly alien exoticism. There were geometrical

forms for which an Euclid would scarcely find a name - cones of all degrees of

irregularity and truncation, terraces of every sort of provocative

disproportion, shafts with odd bulbous enlargements, broken columns in curious

groups, and five-pointed or five-ridged arrangements of mad grotesqueness. As we

drew nearer we could see beneath certain transparent parts of the ice sheet, and

detect some of the tubular stone bridges that connected the crazily sprinkled

structures at various heights. Of orderly streets there seemed to be none, the

only broad open swath being a mile to the left, where the ancient river had

doubtless flowed through the town into the mountains.

Our field glasses showed the external, horizontal bands of nearly effaced

sculptures and dot groups to be very prevalent, and we could half imagine what

the city must once have looked like - even though most of the roofs and tower

tops had necessarily perished. As a whole, it had been a complex tangle of

twisted lanes and alleys, all of them deep canyons, and some little better than

tunnels because of the overhanging masonry or overarching bridges. Now,

outspread below us, it loomed like a dream fantasy against a westward mist

through whose northern end the low, reddish antarctic sun of early afternoon was

struggling to shine; and when, for a moment, that sun encountered a denser

obstruction and plunged the scene into temporary shadow, the effect was subtly

menacing in a way I can never hope to depict. Even the faint howling and piping

of the unfelt wind in the great mountain passes behind us took on a wilder note

of purposeful malignity. The last stage of our descent to the town was unusually

steep and abrupt, and a rock outcropping at the edge where the grade changed led

us to think that an artificial terrace had once existed there. Under the

glaciation, we believed, there must be a flight of steps or its equivalent.

When at last we plunged into the town itself, clambering over fallen masonry and

shrinking from the oppressive nearness and dwarfing height of omnipresent

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crumbling and pitted walls, our sensations again became such that I marvel at

the amount of self-control we retained. Danforth was frankly jumpy, and began

making some offensively irrelevant speculations about the horror at the camp -

which I resented all the more because I could not help sharing certain

conclusions forced upon us by many features of this morbid survival from

nightmare antiquity. The speculations worked on his imagination, too; for in one

place - where a debris-littered alley turned a sharp corner - he insisted that

he saw faint traces of ground markings which he did not like; whilst elsewhere

he stopped to listen to a subtle, imaginary sound from some undefined point - a

muffled musical piping, he said, not unlike that of the wind in the mountain

caves, yet somehow disturbingly different. The ceaseless five-pointedness of the

surrounding architecture and of the few distinguishable mural arabesques had a

dimly sinister suggestiveness we could not escape, and gave us a touch of

terrible subconscious certainty concerning the primal entities which had reared

and dwelt in this unhallowed place.

Nevertheless, our scientific and adventurous souls were not wholly dead, and we

mechanically carried out our program of chipping specimens from all the

different rock types represented in the masonry. We wished a rather full set in

order to draw better conclusions regarding the age of the place. Nothing in the

great outer walls seemed to date from later than the Jurassic and Comanchian

periods, nor was any piece of stone in the entire place of a greater recency

than the Pliocene Age. In stark certainty, we were wandering amidst a death

which had reigned at least five hundred thousand years, and in all probability

even longer.

As we proceeded through this maze of stone-shadowed twilight we stopped at all

available apertures to study interiors and investigate entrance possibilities.

Some were above our reach, whilst others led only into ice-choked ruins as

unroofed and barren as the rampart on the hill. One, though spacious and

inviting, opened on a seemingly bottomless abyss without visible means of

descent. Now and then we had a chance to study the petrified wood of a surviving

shutter, and were impressed by the fabulous antiquity implied in the still

discernible grain. These things had come from Mesozoic gymnosperms and conifers

- especially Cretaceous cycads - and from fan palms and early angiosperms of

plainly Tertiary date. Nothing definitely later than the Pliocene could be

discovered. In the placing of these shutters - whose edges showed the former

presence of queer and long-vanished hinges - usage seemed to be varied - some

being on the outer and some on the inner side of the deep embrasures. They

seemed to have become wedged in place, thus surviving the rusting of their

former and probably metallic fixtures and fastenings.

After a time we came across a row of windows - in the bulges of a colossal

five-edged cone of undamaged apex - which led into a vast, well-preserved room

with stone flooring; but these were too high in the room to permit descent

without a rope. We had a rope with us, but did not wish to bother with this

twenty-foot drop unless obliged to-especially in this thin plateau air where

great demands were made upon the heart action. This enormous room was probably a

hall or concourse of some sort, and our electric torches showed bold, distinct,

and potentially startling sculptures arranged round the walls in broad,

horizontal bands separated by equally broad strips of conventional arabesques.

We took careful note of this spot, planning to enter here unless a more easily

gained interior were encountered.

Finally, though, we did encounter exactly the opening we wished; an archway

about six feet wide and ten feet high, marking the former end of an aerial

bridge which had spanned an alley about five feet above the present level of

glaciation. These archways, of course, were flush with upper-story floors, and

in this case one of the floors still existed. The building thus accessible was a

series of rectangular terraces on our left facing westward. That across the

alley, where the other archway yawned, was a decrepit cylinder with no windows

and with a curious bulge about ten feet above the aperture. It was totally dark

inside, and the archway seemed to open on a well of illimitable emptiness.

Heaped debris made the entrance to the vast left-hand building doubly easy, yet

for a moment we hesitated before taking advantage of the long-wished chance. For

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though we had penetrated into this tangle of archaic mystery, it required fresh

resolution to carry us actually inside a complete and surviving building of a

fabulous elder world whose nature was becoming more and more hideously plain to

us. In the end, however, we made the plunge, and scrambled up over the rubble

into the gaping embrasure. The floor beyond was of great slate slabs, and seemed

to form the outlet of a long, high corridor with sculptured walls.

Observing the many inner archways which led off from it, and realizing the

probable complexity of the nest of apartments within, we decided that we must

begin our system of hare-and-hound trail blazing. Hitherto our compasses,

together with frequent glimpses of the vast mountain range between the towers in

our rear, had been enough to prevent our losing our way; but from now on, the

artificial substitute would be necessary. Accordingly we reduced our extra paper

to shreds of suitable size, placed these in a bag to be carried by Danforth, and

prepared to use them as economically as safety would allow. This method would

probably gain us immunity from straying, since there did not appear to be any

strong air currents inside the primordial masonry. If such should develop, or if

our paper supply should give out, we could of course fall back on the more

secure though more tedious and retarding method of rock chipping.

Just how extensive a territory we had opened up, it was impossible to guess

without a trial. The close and frequent connection of the different buildings

made it likely that we might cross from one to another on bridges underneath the

ice, except where impeded by local collapses and geologic rifts, for very little

glaciation seemed to have entered the massive constructions. Almost all the

areas of transparent ice had revealed the submerged windows as tightly

shuttered, as if the town had been left in that uniform state until the glacial

sheet came to crystallize the lower part for all succeeding time. Indeed, one

gained a curious impression that this place had been deliberately closed and

deserted in some dim, bygone aeon, rather than overwhelmed by any sudden

calamity or even gradual decay. Had the coming of the ice been foreseen, and had

a nameless population left en masse to seek a less doomed abode? The precise

physiographic conditions attending the formation of the ice sheet at this point

would have to wait for later solution. It had not, very plainly, been a grinding

drive. Perhaps the pressure of accumulated snows had been responsible, and

perhaps some flood from the river, or from the bursting of some ancient glacial

dam in the great range, had helped to create the special state now observable.

Imagination could conceive almost anything in connection with this place.

VI

It would be cumbrous to give a detailed, consecutive account of our wanderings

inside that cavernous, aeon-dead honeycomb of primal masonry - that monstrous

lair of elder secrets which now echoed for the first time, after uncounted

epochs, to the tread of human feet. This is especially true because so much of

the horrible drama and revelation came from a mere study of the omnipresent

mural carvings. Our flashlight photographs of those carvings will do much toward

proving the truth of what we are now disclosing, and it is lamentable that we

had not a larger film supply with us. As it was, we made crude notebook sketches

of certain salient features after all our films were used up.

The building which we had entered was one of great size and elaborateness, and

gave us an impressive notion of the architecture of that nameless geologic past.

The inner partitions were less massive than the outer walls, but on the lower

levels were excellently preserved. Labyrinthine complexity, involving curiously

irregular difference in floor levels, characterized the entire arrangement; and

we should certainly have been lost at the very outset but for the trail of torn

paper left behind us. We decided to explore the more decrepit upper parts first

of all, hence climbed aloft in the maze for a distance of some one hundred feet,

to where the topmost tier of chambers yawned snowily and ruinously open to the

polar sky. Ascent was effected over the steep, transversely ribbed stone ramps

or inclined planes which everywhere served in lieu of stairs. The rooms we

encountered were of all imaginable shapes and proportions, ranging from

five-pointed stars to triangles and perfect cubes. It might be safe to say that

their general average was about 30 x 30 feet in floor area, and 20 feet in

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height, though many larger apartments existed. After thoroughly examining the

upper regions and the glacial level, we descended, story by story, into the

submerged part, where indeed we soon saw we were in a continuous maze of

connected chambers and passages probably leading over unlimited areas outside

this particular building. The Cyclopean massiveness and gigantism of everything

about us became curiously oppressive; and there was something vaguely but deeply

unhuman in all the contours, dimensions, proportions, decorations, and

constructional nuances of the blasphemously archaic stonework. We soon realized,

from what the carvings revealed, that this monstrous city was many million years

old.

We cannot yet explain the engineering principles used in the anomalous balancing

and adjustment of the vast rock masses, though the function of the arch was

clearly much relied on. The rooms we visited were wholly bare of all portable

contents, a circumstance which sustained our belief in the city’s deliberate

desertion. The prime decorative feature was the almost universal system of mural

sculpture, which tended to run in continuous horizontal bands three feet wide

and arranged from floor to ceiling in alternation with bands of equal width

given over to geometrical arabesques. There were exceptions to this rule of

arrangement, but its preponderance was overwhelming. Often, however, a series of

smooth car-touches containing oddly patterned groups of dots would be sunk along

one of the arabesque bands.

The technique, we soon saw, was mature, accomplished, and aesthetically evolved

to the highest degree of civilized mastery, though utterly alien in every detail

to any known art tradition of the human race. In delicacy of execution no

sculpture I have ever seen could approach it. The minutest details of elaborate

vegetation, or of animal life, were rendered with astonishing vividness despite

the bold scale of the carvings; whilst the conventional designs were marvels of

skillful intricacy. The arabesques displayed a profound use of mathematical

principles, and were made up of obscurely symmetrical curves and angles based on

the quantity of five. The pictorial bands followed a highly formalized

tradition, and involved a peculiar treatment of perspective, but had an artistic

force that moved us profoundly, notwithstanding the intervening gulf of vast

geologic periods. Their method of design hinged on a singular juxtaposition of

the cross section with the two-dimensional silhouette, and embodied an

analytical psychology beyond that of any known race of antiquity. It is useless

to try to compare this art with any represented in our museums. Those who see

our photographs will probably find its closest analogue in certain grotesque

conceptions of the most daring futurists.

The arabesque tracery consisted altogether of depressed lines, whose depth on

unweathered walls varied from one to two inches. When cartouches with dot groups

appeared - evidently as inscriptions in some unknown and primordial language and

alphabet - the depression of the smooth surface was perhaps an inch and a half,

and of the dots perhaps a half inch more. The pictorial bands were in

countersunk low relief, their background being depressed about two inches from

the original wall surface. In some specimens marks of a former coloration could

be detected, though for the most part the untold aeons had disintegrated and

banished any pigments which may have been applied. The more one studied the

marvelous technique, the more one admired the things. Beneath their strict

conventionalization one could grasp the minute and accurate observation and

graphic skill of the artists; and indeed, the very conventions themselves served

to symbolize and accentuate the real essence or vital differentiation of every

object delineated. We felt, too, that besides these recognizable excellences

there were others lurking beyond the reach of our perceptions. Certain touches

here and there gave vague hints of latent symbols and stimuli which another

mental and emotional background, and a fuller or different sensory equipment,

might have made of profound and poignant significance to us.

The subject matter of the sculptures obviously came from the life of the

vanished epoch of their creation, and contained a large proportion of evident

history. It is this abnormal historic-mindedness of the primal race - a chance

circumstance operating, through coincidence, miraculously in our favor - which

made the carvings so awesomely informative to us, and which caused us to place

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their photography and transcription above all other considerations. In certain

rooms the dominant arrangement was varied by the presence of maps, astronomical

charts, and other scientific designs of an enlarged scale - these things giving

a naive and terrible corroboration to what we gathered from the pictorial

friezes and dadoes. In hinting at what the whole revealed, I can only hope that

my account will not arouse a curiosity greater than sane caution on the part of

those who believe me at all. It would be tragic if any were to be allured to

that realm of death and horror by the very warning meant to discourage them.

Interrupting these sculptured walls were high windows and massive twelve-foot

doorways; both now and then retaining the petrified wooden planks - elaborately

carved and polished-of the actual shutters and doors. All metal fixtures had

long ago vanished, but some of the doors remained in place and had to be forced

aside as we progressed from room to room. Window frames with odd transparent

panes - mostly elliptical - survived here and there, though in no considerable

quantity. There were also frequent niches of great magnitude, generally empty,

but once in a while containing some bizarre object carved from green soapstone

which was either broken or perhaps held too inferior to warrant removal. Other

apertures were undoubtedly connected with bygone mechanical facilities -

heating, lighting, and the like-of a sort suggested in many of the carvings.

Ceilings tended to be plain, but had sometimes been inlaid with green soapstone

or other tiles, mostly fallen now. Floors were also paved with such tiles,

though plain stonework predominated.

As I have said, all furniture and other movables were absent; but the sculptures

gave a clear idea of the strange devices which had once filled these tomblike,

echoing rooms. Above the glacial sheet the floors were generally thick with

detritus, litter, and debris, but farther down this condition decreased. In some

of the lower chambers and corridors there was little more than gritty dust or

ancient incrustations, while occasional areas had an uncanny air of newly swept

immaculateness. Of course, where rifts or collapses had occurred, the lower

levels were as littered as the upper ones. A central court - as in other

structures we had seen from the air - saved the inner regions from total

darkness; so that we seldom had to use our electric torches in the upper rooms

except when studying sculptured details. Below the ice cap, however, the

twilight deepened; and in many parts of the tangled ground level there was an

approach to absolute blackness.

To form even a rudimentary idea of our thoughts and feelings as we penetrated

this aeon-silent maze of unhuman masonry, one must correlate a hopelessly

bewildering chaos of fugitive moods, memories, and impressions. The sheer

appalling antiquity and lethal desolation of the place were enough to overwhelm

almost any sensitive person, but added to these elements were the recent

unexplained horror at the camp, and the revelations all too soon effected by the

terrible mural sculptures around us. The moment we came upon a perfect section

of carving, where no ambiguity of interpretation could exist, it took only a

brief study to give us the hideous truth - a truth which it would be naive to

claim Danforth and I had not independently suspected before, though we had

carefully refrained from even hinting it to each other. There could now be no

further merciful doubt about the nature of the beings which had built and

inhabited this monstrous dead city millions of years ago, when man’s ancestors

were primitive archaic mammals, and vast dinosaurs roamed the tropical steppes

of Europe and Asia.

We had previously clung to a desperate alternative and insisted - each to

himself - that the omnipresence of the five-pointed motifs meant only some

cultural or religious exaltation of the Archaean natural object which had so

patently embodied the quality of five-pointedness; as the decorative motifs of

Minoan Crete exalted the sacred bull, those of Egypt the scarabaeus, those of

Rome the wolf and the eagle, and those of various savage tribes some chosen

totem animal. But this lone refuge was now stripped from us, and we were forced

to face definitely the reason-shaking realization which the reader of these

pages has doubtless long ago anticipated. I can scarcely bear to write it down

in black and white even now, but perhaps that will not be necessary.

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The things once rearing and dwelling in this frightful masonry in the age of

dinosaurs were not indeed dinosaurs, but far worse. Mere dinosaurs were new and

almost brainless objects - but the builders of the city were wise and old, and

had left certain traces in rocks even then laid down well nigh a thousand

million years - rocks laid down before the true life of earth had advanced

beyond plastic groups of cells - rocks laid down before the true life of earth

had existed at all. They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above

all doubt the originals of the fiendish elder myths which things like the

Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Necronomicon affrightedly hint about. They were the

great "Old Ones" that had filtered down from the stars when earth was young -

the beings whose substance an alien evolution had shaped, and whose powers were

such as this planet had never bred. And to think that only the day before

Danforth and I had actually looked upon fragments of their millennially

fossilized substance - and that poor Lake and his party had seen their complete

outlines - It is of course impossible for me to relate in proper order the

stages by which we picked up what we know of that monstrous chapter of prehuman

life. After the first shock of the certain revelation, we had to pause a while

to recuperate, and it was fully three o’clock before we got started on our

actual tour of systematic research. The sculptures in the building we entered

were of relatively late date - perhaps two million years ago-as checked up by

geological, biological, and astronomical features - and embodied an art which

would be called decadent in comparison with that of specimens we found in older

buildings after crossing bridges under the glacial sheet. One edifice hewn from

the solid rock seemed to go back forty or possibly even fifty million years - to

the lower Eocene or upper Cretaceous - and contained bas-reliefs of an artistry

surpassing anything else, with one tremendous exception, that we encountered.

That was, we have since agreed, the oldest domestic structure we traversed.

Were it not for the support of those flashlights soon to be made public, I would

refrain from telling what I found and inferred, lest I be confined as a madman.

Of course, the infinitely early parts of the patchwork tale - representing the

preterrestrial life of the star-headed beings on other planets, in other

galaxies, and in other universes - can readily be interpreted as the fantastic

mythology of those beings themselves; yet such parts sometimes involved designs

and diagrams so uncannily close to the latest findings of mathematics and

astrophysics that I scarcely know what to think. Let others judge when they see

the photographs I shall publish.

Naturally, no one set of carvings which we encountered told more than a fraction

of any connected story, nor did we even begin to come upon the various stages of

that story in their proper order. Some of the vast rooms were independent units

so far as their designs were concerned, whilst in other cases a continuous

chronicle would be carried through a series of rooms and corridors. The best of

the maps and diagrams were on the walls of a frightful abyss below even the

ancient ground level - a cavern perhaps two hundred feet square and sixty feet

high, which had almost undoubtedly been an educational center of some sort.

There were many provoking repetitions of the same material in different rooms

and buildings, since certain chapters of experience, and certain summaries or

phases of racial history, had evidently been favorites with different decorators

or dwellers. Sometimes, though, variant versions of the same theme proved useful

in settling debatable points and filling up gaps.

I still wonder that we deduced so much in the short time at our disposal. Of

course, we even now have only the barest outline - and much of that was obtained

later on from a study of the photographs and sketches we made. It may be the

effect of this later study - the revived memories and vague impressions acting

in conjunction with his general sensitiveness and with that final supposed

horror-glimpse whose essence he will not reveal even to me - which has been the

immediate source of Danforth’s present breakdown. But it had to be; for we could

not issue our warning intelligently without the fullest possible information,

and the issuance of that warning is a prime necessity. Certain lingering

influences in that unknown antarctic world of disordered time and alien natural

law make it imperative that further exploration be discouraged.

VII

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The full story, so far as deciphered, will eventually appear in an official

bulletin of Miskatonic University. Here I shall sketch only the salient

highlights in a formless, rambling way. Myth or otherwise, the sculptures told

of the coming of those star-headed things to the nascent, lifeless earth out of

cosmic space - their coming, and the coming of many other alien entities such as

at certain times embark upon spatial pioneering. They seemed able to traverse

the interstellar ether on their vast membranous wings - thus oddly confirming

some curious hill folklore long ago told me by an antiquarian colleague. They

had lived under the sea a good deal, building fantastic cities and fighting

terrific battles with nameless adversaries by means of intricate devices

employing unknown principles of energy. Evidently their scientific and

mechanical knowledge far surpassed man’s today, though they made use of its more

widespread and elaborate forms only when obliged to. Some of the sculptures

suggested that they had passed through a stage of mechanized life on other

planets, but had receded upon finding its effects emotionally unsatisfying.

Their preternatural toughness of organization and simplicity of natural wants

made them peculiarly able to live on a high plane without the more specialized

fruits of artificial manufacture, and even without garments, except for

occasional protection against the elements.

It was under the sea, at first for food and later for other purposes, that they

first created earth life - using available substances according to long-known

methods. The more elaborate experiments came after the annihilation of various

cosmic enemies. They had done the same thing on other planets, having

manufactured not only necessary foods, but certain multicellular protoplasmic

masses capable of molding their tissues into all sorts of temporary organs under

hypnotic influence and thereby forming ideal slaves to perform the heavy work of

the community. These viscous masses were without doubt what Abdul Alhazred

whispered about as the "Shoggoths" in his frightful Necronomicon, though even

that mad Arab had not hinted that any existed on earth except in the dreams of

those who had chewed a certain alkaloidal herb. When the star-headed Old Ones on

this planet had synthesized their simple food forms and bred a good supply of

Shoggoths, they allowed other cell groups to develop into other forms of animal

and vegetable life for sundry purposes, extirpating any whose presence became

troublesome.

With the aid of the Shoggoths, whose expansions could be made to lift prodigious

weights, the small, low cities under the sea grew to vast and imposing

labyrinths of stone not unlike those which later rose on land. Indeed, the

highly adaptable Old Ones had lived much on land in other parts of the universe,

and probably retained many traditions of land construction. As we studied the

architecture of all these sculptured palaeogean cities, including that whose

aeon-dead corridors we were even then traversing, we were impressed by a curious

coincidence which we have not yet tried to explain, even to ourselves. The tops

of the buildings, which in the actual city around us had, of course, been

weathered into shapeless ruins ages ago, were clearly displayed in the

bas-reliefs, and showed vast clusters of needle-like spires, delicate finials on

certain cone and pyramid apexes, and tiers of thin, horizontal scalloped disks

capping cylindrical shafts. This was exactly what we had seen in that monstrous

and portentous mirage, cast by a dead city whence such skyline features had been

absent for thousands and tens of thousands of years, which loomed on our

ignorant eyes across the unfathomed mountains of madness as we first approached

poor Lake’s ill-fated camp.

Of the life of the Old Ones, both under the sea and after part of them migrated

to land, volumes could be written. Those in shallow water had continued the

fullest use of the eyes at the ends of their five main head tentacles, and had

practiced the arts of sculpture and of writing in quite the usual way - the

writing accomplished with a stylus on waterproof waxen surfaces. Those lower

down in the ocean depths, though they used a curious phosphorescent organism to

furnish light, pieced out their vision with obscure special senses operating

through the prismatic cilia on their heads - senses which rendered all the Old

Ones partly independent of light in emergencies. Their forms of sculpture and

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writing had changed curiously during the descent, embodying certain apparently

chemical coating processes - probably to secure phosphorescence - which the

basreliefs could not make clear to us. The beings moved in the sea partly by

swimming - using the lateral crinoid arms - and partly by wriggling with the

lower tier of tentacles containing the pseudofeet. Occasionally they

accomplished long swoops with the auxiliary use of two or more sets of their

fanlike folding wings. On land they locally used the pseudofeet, but now and

then flew to great heights or over long distances with their wings. The many

slender tentacles into which the crinoid arms branched were infinitely delicate,

flexible, strong, and accurate in muscular-nervous coordination - ensuring the

utmost skill and dexterity in all artistic and other manual operations.

The toughness of the things was almost incredible. Even the terrific pressure of

the deepest sea bottoms appeared powerless to harm them. Very few seemed to die

at all except by violence, and their burial places were very limited. The fact

that they covered their vertically inhumed dead with five-pointed inscribed

mounds set up thoughts in Danforth and me which made a fresh pause and

recuperation necessary after the sculptures revealed it. The beings multiplied

by means of spores - like vegetable pteridophytes, as Lake had suspected - but,

owing to their prodigious toughness and longevity, and consequent lack of

replacement needs, they did not encourage the large-scale development of new

prothallia except when they had new regions to colonize. The young matured

swiftly, and received an education evidently beyond any standard we can imagine.

The prevailing intellectual and aesthetic life was highly evolved, and produced

a tenaciously enduring set of customs and institutions which I shall describe

more fully in my coming monograph. These varied slightly according to sea or

land residence, but had the same foundations and essentials.

Though able, like vegetables, to derive nourishment from inorganic substances,

they vastly preferred organic and especially animal food. They ate uncooked

marine life under the sea, but cooked their viands on land. They hunted game and

raised meat herds - slaughtering with sharp weapons whose odd marks on certain

fossil bones our expedition had noted. They resisted all ordinary temperatures

marvelously, and in their natural state could live in water down to freezing.

When the great chill of the Pleistocene drew on, however - nearly a million

years ago-the land dwellers had to resort to special measures, including

artificial heating - until at last the deadly cold appears to have driven them

back into the sea. For their prehistoric flights through cosmic space, legend

said, they absorbed certain chemicals and became almost independent of eating,

breathing, or heat conditions - but by the time of the great cold they had lost

track of the method. In any case they could not have prolonged the artificial

state indefinitely without harm.

Being nonpairing and semivegetable in structure, the Old Ones had no biological

basis for the family phase of mammal life, but seemed to organize large

households on the principles of comfortable space-utility and - as we deduced

from the pictured occupations and diversions of co-dwellers - congenial mental

association. In furnishing their homes they kept everything in the center of the

huge rooms, leaving all the wall spaces free for decorative treatment. Lighting,

in the case of the land inhabitants, was accomplished by a device probably

electro-chemical in nature. Both on land and under water they used curious

tables, chairs and couches like cylindrical frames - for they rested and slept

upright with folded-down tentacles - and racks for hinged sets of dotted

surfaces forming their books.

Government was evidently complex and probably socialistic, though no certainties

in this regard could be deduced from the sculptures we saw. There was extensive

commerce, both local and between different cities - certain small, flat

counters, five-pointed and inscribed, serving as money. Probably the smaller of

the various greenish soapstones found by our expedition were pieces of such

currency. Though the culture was mainly urban, some agriculture and much stock

raising existed. Mining and a limited amount of manufacturing were also

practiced. Travel was very frequent, but permanent migration seemed relatively

rare except for the vast colonizing movements by which the race expanded. For

personal locomotion no external aid was used, since in land, air, and water

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movement alike the Old Ones seemed to possess excessively vast capacities for

speed. Loads, however, were drawn by beasts of burden - Shoggoths under the sea,

and a curious variety of primitive vertebrates in the later years of land

existence.

These vertebrates, as well as an infinity of other life forms - animal and

vegetable, marine, terrestrial, and aerial - were the products of unguided

evolution acting on life cells made by the Old Ones, but escaping beyond their

radius of attention. They had been suffered to develop unchecked because they

had not come in conflict with the dominant beings. Bothersome forms, of course,

were mechanically exterminated. It interested us to see in some of the very last

and most decadent sculptures a shambling, primitive mammal, used sometimes for

food and sometimes as an amusing buffoon by the land dwellers, whose vaguely

simian and human foreshadowings were unmistakable. In the building of land

cities the huge stone blocks of the high towers were generally lifted by

vast-winged pterodactyls of a species heretofore unknown to paleontology.

The persistence with which the Old Ones survived various geologic changes and

convulsions of the earth’s crust was little short of miraculous. Though few or

none of their first cities seem to have remained beyond the Archaean Age, there

was no interruption in their civilization or in the transmission of their

records. Their original place of advent to the planet was the Antarctic Ocean,

and it is likely that they came not long after the matter forming the moon was

wrenched from the neighboring South Pacific. According to one of the sculptured

maps the whole globe was then under water, with stone cities scattered farther

and farther from the antarctic as aeons passed. Another map shows a vast bulk of

dry land around the south pole, where it is evident that some of the beings made

experimental settlements, though their main centers were transferred to the

nearest sea bottom. Later maps, which display the land mass as cracking and

drifting, and sending certain detached parts northward, uphold in a striking way

the theories of continental drift lately advanced by Taylor, Wegener, and Joly.

With the upheaval of new land in the South Pacific tremendous events began. Some

of the marine cities were hopelessly shattered, yet that was not the worst

misfortune. Another race - a land race of beings shaped like octopi and probably

corresponding to fabulous prehuman spawn of Cthulhu - soon began filtering down

from cosmic infinity and precipitated a -monstrous war which for a time drove

the Old Ones wholly back to the sea - a colossal blow in view of the increasing

land settlements. Later peace was made, and the new lands were given to the

Cthulhu spawn whilst the Old Ones held the sea and the older lands. New land

cities were founded - the greatest of them in the antarctic, for this region of

first arrival was sacred. From then on, as before, the antarctic remained the

center of the Old Ones’ civilization, and all the cities built there by the

Cthulhu spawn were blotted out. Then suddenly the lands of the Pacific sank

again, taking with them the frightful stone city of R’lyeh and all the cosmic

octopi, so that the Old Ones were again supreme on the planet except for one

shadowy fear about which they did not like to speak. At a rather later age their

cities dotted all the land and water areas of the globe - hence the

recommendation in my coming monograph that some archaeologist make systematic

borings with Pabodie’s type of apparatus in certain widely separated regions.

The steady trend down the ages was from water to land - a movement encouraged by

the rise of new land masses, though the ocean was never wholly deserted. Another

cause of the landward movement was the new difficulty in breeding and managing

the Shoggoths upon which successful sea life depended. With the march of time,

as the sculptures sadly confessed, the art of creating new life from inorganic

matter had been lost, so that the Old Ones had to depend on the molding of forms

already in existence. On land the great reptiles proved highly tractable; but

the Shoggoths of the sea, reproducing by fission and acquiring a dangerous

degree of accidental intelligence, presented for a time a formidable problem.

They had always been controlled through the hypnotic suggestions of the Old

Ones, and had modeled their tough plasticity into various useful temporary limbs

and organs; but now their self-modeling powers were sometimes exercised

independently, and in various imitative forms implanted by past suggestion. They

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had, it seems, developed a semistable brain whose separate and occasionally

stubborn volition echoed the will of the Old Ones without always obeying it.

Sculptured images of these Shoggoths filled Danforth and me with horror and

loathing. They were normally shapeless entities composed of a viscous jelly

which looked like an agglutination of bubbles, and each averaged about fifteen

feet in diameter when a sphere. They had, however, a constantly shifting shape

and volume - throwing out temporary developments or forming apparent organs of

sight, hearing, and speech in imitation of their masters, either spontaneously

or according to suggestion.

They seem to have become peculiarly intractable toward the middle of the Permian

Age, perhaps one hundred and fifty million years ago, when a veritable war of

resubjugation was waged upon them by the marine Old Ones. Pictures of this war,

and of the headless, slime-coated fashion in which the Shoggoths typically left

their slain victims, held a marvelously fearsome quality despite the intervening

abyss of untold ages. The Old Ones had used curious weapons of molecular and

atomic disturbances against the rebel entities, and in the end had achieved a

complete victory. Thereafter the sculptures showed a period in which Shoggoths

were tamed and broken by armed Old Ones as the wild horses of the American west

were tamed by cowboys. Though during the rebellion the Shoggoths had shown an

ability to live out of water, this transition was not encouraged - since their

usefulness on land would hardly have been commensurate with the trouble of their

management.

During the Jurassic Age the Old Ones met fresh adversity in the form of a new

invasion from outer space - this time by half-fungous, half-crustacean creatures

- creatures undoubtedly the same as those figuring in certain whispered hill

legends of the north, and remembered in the Himalayas as the Mi-Go, or

abominable Snow Men. To fight these beings the Old Ones attempted, for the first

time since their terrene advent, to sally forth again into the planetary ether;

but, despite all traditional preparations, found it no longer possible to leave

the earth’s atmosphere. Whatever the old secret of interstellar travel had been,

it was now definitely lost to the race. In the end the Mi-Go drove the Old Ones

out of all the northern lands, though they were powerless to disturb those in

the sea. Little by little the slow retreat of the elder race to their original

antarctic habitat was beginning.

It was curious to note from the pictured battles that both the Cthulhu spawn and

the Mi-Go seem to have been composed of matter more widely different from that

which we know than was the substance of the Old Ones. They were able to undergo

transformations and reintegrations impossible for their adversaries, and seem

therefore to have originally come from even remoter gulfs of the cosmic space.

The Old Ones, but for their abnormal toughness and peculiar vital properties,

were strictly material, and must have had their absolute origin within the known

space-time continuum - whereas the first sources of the other beings can only be

guessed at with bated breath. All this, of course, assuming that the

non-terrestrial linkages and the anomalies ascribed to the invading foes are not

pure mythology. Conceivably, the Old Ones might have invented a cosmic framework

to account for their occasional defeats, since historical interest and pride

obviously formed their chief psychological element. It is significant that their

annals failed to mention many advanced and potent races of beings whose mighty

cultures and towering cities figure persistently in certain obscure legends.

The changing state of the world through long geologic ages appeared with

startling vividness in many of the sculptured maps and scenes. In certain cases

existing science will require revision, while in other cases its bold deductions

are magnificently confirmed. As I have said, the hypothesis of Taylor, Wegener,

and Joly that all the continents are fragments of an original antarctic land

mass which cracked from centrifugal force and drifted apart over a technically

viscous lower surface - an hypothesis suggested by such things as the

complementary outlines of Africa and South America, and the way the great

mountain chains are rolled and shoved up - receives striking support from this

uncanny source.

Maps evidently showing the Carboniferous world of an hundred million or more

years ago displayed significant rifts and chasms destined later to separate

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Africa from the once continuous realms of Europe (then the Valusia of primal

legend), Asia, the Americas, and the antarctic continent. Other charts - and

most significantly one in connection with the founding fifty million years ago

of the vast dead city around us - showed all the present continents well

differentiated. And in the latest discoverable specimen - dating perhaps from

the Pliocene Age - the approximate world of today appeared quite clearly despite

the linkage of Alaska with Siberia, of North America with Europe through

Greenland, and of South America with the antarctic continent through Graham

Land. In the Carboniferous map the whole globe-ocean floor and rifted land mass

alike - bore symbols of the Old Ones’ vast stone cities, but in the later charts

the gradual recession toward the antarctic became very plain. The final Pliocene

specimen showed no land cities except on the antarctic continent and the tip of

South America, nor any ocean cities north of the fiftieth parallel of South

Latitude. Knowledge and interest in the northern world, save for a study of

coast lines probably made during long exploration flights on those fanlike

membranous wings, had evidently declined to zero among the Old Ones.

Destruction of cities through the upthrust of mountains, the centrifugal rending

of continents, the seismic convulsions of land or sea bottom, and other natural

causes, was a matter of common record; and it was curious to observe how fewer

and fewer replacements were made as the ages wore on. The vast dead megalopolis

that yawned around us seemed to be the last general center of the race - built

early in the Cretaceous Age after a titanic earth buckling had obliterated a

still vaster predecessor not far distant. It appeared that this general region

was the most sacred spot of all, where reputedly the first Old Ones had settled

on a primal sea bottom. In the new city - many of whose features we could

recognize in the sculptures, but which stretched fully a hundred miles along the

mountain range in each direction beyond the farthest limits of our aerial survey

- there were reputed to be preserved certain sacred stones forming part of the

first sea-bottom city, which thrust up to light after long epochs in the course

of the general crumbling of strata.

VIII

Naturally, Danforth and I studied with especial interest and a peculiarly

personal sense of awe everything pertaining to the immediate district in which

we were. Of this local material there was naturally a vast abundance; and on the

tangled ground level of the city we were lucky enough to find a house of very

late date whose walls, though somewhat damaged by a neighboring rift, contained

sculptures of decadent workmanship carrying the story of the region much beyond

the period of the Pliocene map whence we derived our last general glimpse of the

prehuman world. This was the last place we examined in detail, since what we

found there gave us a fresh immediate objective.

Certainly, we were in one of the strangest, weirdest, and most terrible of all

the corners of earth’s globe. Of all existing lands, it was infinitely the most

ancient. The conviction grew upon us that this hideous upland must indeed be the

fabled nightmare plateau of Leng which even the mad author of the Necronomicon

was reluctant to discuss. The great mountain chain was tremendously long -

starting as a low range at Luitpold Land on the east coast of Weddell Sea and

virtually crossing the entire continent. That really high part stretched in a

mighty arc from about Latitude 82°, E. Longitude 60° to Latitude 70°, E.

Longitude 115°, with its concave side toward our camp and its seaward end in the

region of that long, ice-locked coast whose hills were glimpsed by Wilkes and

Mawson at the antarctic circle.

Yet even more monstrous exaggerations of nature seemed disturbingly close at

hand. I have said that these peaks are higher than the Himalayas, but the

sculptures forbid me to say that they are earth’s highest. That grim honor is

beyond doubt reserved for something which half the sculptures hesitated to

record at all, whilst others approached it with obvious repugnance and

trepidation. It seems that there was one part of the ancient land - the first

part that ever rose from the waters after the earth had flung off the moon and

the Old Ones had seeped down, from the stars - which had come to be shunned as

vaguely and namelessly evil. Cities built there had crumbled before their time,

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and had been found suddenly deserted. Then when the first great earth buckling

had convulsed the region in the Comanchian Age, a frightful line of peaks had

shot suddenly up amidst the most appalling din and chaos - and earth had

received her loftiest and most terrible mountains.

If the scale of the carvings was correct, these abhorred things must have been

much over forty thousand feet high - radically vaster than even the shocking

mountains of madness we had crossed. They extended, it appeared, from about

Latitude 77°, E. Longitude 70° to Latitude 70°, E. Longitude 100° - less than

three hundred miles away from the dead city, so that we would have spied their

dreaded summits in the dim western distance had it not been for that vague,

opalescent haze. Their northern end must likewise be visible from the long

antarctic circle coast line at Queen Mary Land.

Some of the Old Ones, in the decadent days, had made strange prayers to those

mountains - but none ever went near them or dared to guess what lay beyond. No

human eye had ever seen them, and as I studied the emotions conveyed in the

carvings, I prayed that none ever might. There are protecting hills along the

coast beyond them - Queen Mary and Kaiser Wilhelm Lands - and I thank Heaven no

one has been able to land and climb those hills. I am not as sceptical about old

tales and fears as I used to be, and I do not laugh now at the prehuman

sculptor’s notion that lightning paused meaningfully now and then at each of the

brooding crests, and that an unexplained glow shone from one of those terrible

pinnacles all through the long polar night. There may be a very real and very

monstrous meaning in the old Pnakotic whispers about Kadath in the Cold Waste.

But the terrain close at hand was hardly less strange, even if less namelessly

accursed. Soon after the founding of the city the great mountain range became

the seat of the principal temples, and many carvings showed what grotesque and

fantastic towers had pierced the sky where now we saw only the curiously

clinging cubes and ramparts. In the course of ages the caves had appeared, and

had been shaped into adjuncts of the temples. With the advance of still later

epochs, all the limestone veins of the region were hollowed out by ground

waters, so that the mountains, the foothills, and the plains below them were a

veritable network of connected caverns and galleries. Many graphic sculptures

told of explorations deep underground, and of the final discovery of the Stygian

sunless sea that lurked at earth’s bowels.

This vast nighted gulf had undoubtedly been worn by the great river which flowed

down from the nameless and horrible westward mountains, and which had formerly

turned at the base of the Old Ones’ range and flowed beside that chain into the

Indian Ocean between Budd and Totten Lands on Wilkes’s coast line. Little by

little it had eaten away the limestone hill base at its turning, till at last

its sapping currents reached the caverns of the ground waters and joined with

them in digging a deeper abyss. Finally its whole bulk emptied into the hollow

hills and left the old bed toward the ocean dry. Much of the later city as we

now found it had been built over that former bed. The Old Ones, understanding

what had happened, and exercising their always keen artistic sense, had carved

into ornate pylons those headlands of the foothills where the great stream began

its descent into eternal darkness.

This river, once crossed by scores of noble stone bridges, was plainly the one

whose extinct course we had seen in our aeroplane survey. Its position in

different carvings of the city helped us to orient ourselves to the scene as it

had been at various stages of the region’s age-long, aeon-dead history, so that

we were able to sketch a hasty but careful map of the salient features -

squares, important buildings, and the like - for guidance in further

explorations. We could soon reconstruct in fancy the whole stupendous thing as

it was a million or ten million or fifty million years ago, for the sculptures

told us exactly what the buildings and mountains and squares and suburbs and

landscape setting and luxuriant Tertiary vegetation had looked like. It must

have had a marvelous and mystic beauty, and as I thought of it, I almost forgot

the clammy sense of sinister oppression with which the city’s inhuman age and

massiveness and deadness and remoteness and glacial twilight had choked and

weighed on my spirit. Yet according to certain carvings, the denizens of that

city had themselves known the clutch of oppressive terror; for there was a

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somber and recurrent type of scene in which the Old Ones were shown in the act

of recoiling affrightedly from some object - never allowed to appear in the

design - found in the great river and indicated as having been washed down

through waving, vine-draped cycad forests from those horrible westward

mountains.

It was only in the one late-built house with the decadent carvings that we

obtained any foreshadowing of the final calamity leading to the city’s

desertion. Undoubtedly there must have been many sculptures of the same age

elsewhere, even allowing for the slackened energies and aspirations of a

stressful and uncertain period; indeed, very certain evidence of the existence

of others came to us shortly afterward. But this was the first and only set we

directly encountered. We meant to look farther later on; but as I have said,

immediate conditions dictated another present objective. There would, though,

have been a limit - for after all hope of a long future occupancy of the place

had perished among the Old Ones, there could not but have been a complete

cessation of mural decoration. The ultimate blow, of course, was the coming of

the great cold which once held most of the earth in thrall, and which has never

departed from the ill-fated poles - the great cold that, at the world’s other

extremity, put an end to the fabled lands of Lomar and Hyperborea.

Just when this tendency began in the antarctic, it would be hard to say in terms

of exact years. Nowadays we set the beginning of the general glacial periods at

a distance of about five hundred thousand years from the present, but at the

poles the terrible scourge must have commenced much earlier. All quantitative

estimates are partly guesswork, but it is quite likely that the decadent

sculptures were made considerably less than a million years ago, and that the

actual desertion of the city was complete long before the conventional opening

of the Pleistocene - five hundred thousand years ago - as reckoned in terms of

the earth’s whole surface.

In the decadent sculptures there were signs of thinner vegetation everywhere,

and of a decreased country life on the part of the Old Ones. Heating devices

were shown in the houses, and winter travelers were represented as muffled in

protective fabrics. Then we saw a series of cartouches - the continuous band

arrangement being frequently interrupted in these late carvings - depicting a

constantly growing migration to the nearest refuges of greater warmth - some

fleeing to cities under the sea off the far-away coast, and some clambering down

through networks of limestone caverns in the hollow hills to the neighboring

black abyss of subterrene waters.

In the end it seems to have been the neighboring abyss which received the

greatest colonization. This was partly due, no doubt, to the traditional

sacredness of this special region, but may have been more conclusively

determined by the opportunities it gave for continuing the use of the great

temples on the honeycombed mountains, and for retaining the vast land city as a

place of summer residence and base of communication with various mines. The

linkage of old and new abodes was made more effective by means of several

gradings and improvements along the connecting routes, including the chiseling

of numerous direct tunnels from the ancient metropolis to the black abyss -

sharply down-pointing tunnels whose mouths we carefully drew, according to our

most thoughtful estimates, on the guide map we were compiling. It was obvious

that at least two of these tunnels lay within a reasonable exploring distance of

where we were - both being on the mountainward edge of the city, one less than a

quarter of a mile toward the ancient river course, and the other perhaps twice

that distance in the opposite direction.

The abyss, it seems, had shelving shores of dry land at certain places, but the

Old Ones built their new city under water - no doubt because of its greater

certainty of uniform warmth. The depth of the hidden sea appears to have been

very great, so that the earth’s internal heat could ensure its habitability for

an indefinite period. The beings seemed to have had no trouble in adapting

themselves to part-time - and eventually, of course, whole-time - residence

under water, since they had never allowed their gill systems to atrophy. There

were many sculptures which showed how they had always frequently visited their

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submarine kinsfolk elsewhere, and how they had habitually bathed on the deep

bottom of their great river. The darkness of inner earth could likewise have

been no deterrent to a race accustomed to long antarctic nights.

Decadent though their style undoubtedly was, these latest carvings had a truly

epic quality where they told of the building of the new city in the cavern sea.

The Old Ones had gone about it scientifically - quarrying insoluble rocks from

the heart of the honeycombed mountains, and employing expert workers from the

nearest submarine city to perform the construction according to the best

methods. These workers brought with them all that was necessary to establish the

new venture - Shoggoth tissue from which to breed stone lifters and subsequent

beasts of burden for the cavern city, and other protoplasmic matter to mold into

phosphorescent organisms for lighting purposes.

At last a mighty metropolis rose on the bottom of that Stygian sea, its

architecture much like that of the city above, and its workmanship displaying

relatively little decadence because of the precise mathematical element inherent

in building operations. The newly bred Shoggoths grew to enormous size and

singular intelligence, and were represented as taking and executing orders with

marvelous quickness. They seemed to converse with the Old Ones by mimicking

their voices - a sort of musical piping over a wide range, if poor Lake’s

dissection had indicated aright - and to work more from spoken commands than

from hypnotic suggestions as in earlier times. They were, however, kept in

admirable control. The phosphorescent organisms supplied light With vast

effectiveness, and doubtless atoned for the loss of the familiar polar auroras

of the outer-world night.

Art and decoration were pursued, though of course with a certain decadence. The

Old Ones seemed to realize this falling off themselves, and in many cases

anticipated the policy of Constantine the Great by transplanting especially fine

blocks of ancient carving from their land city, just as the emperor, in a

similar age of decline, stripped Greece and Asia of their finest art to give his

new Byzantine capital greater splendors than its own people could create. That

the transfer of sculptured blocks had not been more extensive was doubtless

owing to the fact that the land city was not at first wholly abandoned. By the

time total abandonment did occur - and it surely must have occurred before the

polar Pleistocene was far advanced - the Old Ones had perhaps become satisfied

with their decadent art - or had ceased to recognize the superior merit of the

older carvings. At any rate, the aeon-silent ruins around us had certainly

undergone no wholesale sculptural denudation, though all the best separate

statues, like other movables, had been taken away.

The decadent cartouches and dadoes telling this story were, as I have said, the

latest we could find in our limited search. They left us with a picture of the

Old Ones shuttling back and forth betwixt the land city in summer and the

sea-cavern city in winter, and sometimes trading with the sea-bottom cities off

the antarctic coast. By this time the ultimate doom of the land city must have

been recognized, for the sculptures showed many signs of the cold’s malign

encroachments. Vegetation was declining, and the terrible snows of the winter no

longer melted completely even in midsummer. The saunan livestock were nearly all

dead, and the mammals were standing it none too well. To keep on with the work

of the upper world it had become necessary to adapt some of the amorphous and

curiously cold-resistant Shoggoths to land life - a thing the Old Ones had

formerly been reluctant to do. The great river was now lifeless, and the upper

sea had lost most of its denizens except the seals and whales. All the birds had

flown away, save only the great, grotesque penguins.

What had happened afterward we could only guess. How long had the new sea-cavern

city survived? Was it still down there, a stony corpse in eternal blackness? Had

the subterranean waters frozen at last? To what fate had the ocean-bottom cities

of the outer world been delivered? Had any of the Old Ones shifted north ahead

of the creeping ice cap? Existing geology shows no trace of their presence. Had

the frightful Mi-Go been still a menace in the outer land world of the north?

Could one be sure of what might or might not linger, even to this day, in the

lightless and unplumbed abysses of earth’s deepest waters? Those things had

seemingly been able to withstand any amount of pressure - and men of the sea

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have fished up curious objects at times. And has the killer-whale theory really

explained the savage and mysterious scars on antarctic seals noticed a

generation ago by Borchgrevingk?

The specimens found by poor Lake did not enter into these guesses, for their

geologic setting proved them to have lived at what must have been a very early

date in the land city’s history. They were, according to their location,

certainly not less than thirty million years old, and we reflected that in their

day the sea-cavern city, and indeed the cavern itself, had had no existence.

They would have remembered an older scene, with lush Tertiary vegetation

everywhere, a younger land city of flourishing arts around them, and a great

river sweeping northward along the base of the mighty mountains toward a

far-away tropic ocean.

And yet we could not help thinking about these specimens - especially about the

eight perfect ones that were missing from Lake’s hideously ravaged camp. There

was something abnormal about that whole business - the strange things we had

tried so hard to lay to somebody’s madness - those frightful graves - the amount

and nature of the missing material - Gedney - the unearthly toughness of those

archaic monstrosities, and the queer vital freaks the sculptures now showed the

race to have - Danforth and I had seen a good deal in the last few hours, and

were prepared to believe and keep silent about many appalling and incredible

secrets of primal nature.

IX

I have said that our study of the decadent sculptures brought about a change in

our immediate objective. This, of course, had to do with the chiseled avenues to

the black inner world, of whose existence we had not known before, but which we

were now eager to find and traverse. From the evident scale of the carvings we

deduced that a steeply descending walk of about a mile through either of the

neighboring tunnels would bring us to the brink of the dizzy, sunless cliffs

about the great abyss; down whose sides paths, improved by the Old Ones, led to

the rocky shore of the hidden and nighted ocean. To behold this fabulous gulf in

stark reality was a lure which seemed impossible of resistance once we knew of

the thing - yet we realized we must begin the quest at once if we expected to

include it in our present trip.

It was now 8 P.M., and we did not have enough battery replacements to let our

torches burn on forever. We had done so much studying and copying below the

glacial level that our battery supply had had at least five hours of nearly

continuous use, and despite the special dry cell formula, would obviously be

good for only about four more - though by keeping one torch unused, except for

especially interesting or difficult places, we might manage to eke out a safe

margin beyond that. It would not do to be without a light in these Cyclopean

catacombs, hence in order to make the abyss trip we must give up all further

mural deciphering. Of course we intended to revisit the place for days and

perhaps weeks of intensive study and photography - curiosity having long ago got

the better of horror - but just now we must hasten.

Our supply of trail-blazing paper was far from unlimited, and we were reluctant

to sacrifice spare notebooks or sketching paper to augment it, but we did let

one large notebook go. If worse came to worst we could resort to rock chipping -

and of course it would be possible, even in case of really lost direction, to

work up to full daylight by one channel or another if granted sufficient time

for plentiful trial and error. So at last we set off eagerly in the indicated

direction of the nearest tunnel.

According to the carvings from which we had made our map, the desired tunnel

mouth could not be much more than a quarter of a mile from where we stood; the

intervening space showing solid-looking buildings quite likely to be penetrable

still at a sub-glacial level. The opening itself would be in the basement - on

the angle nearest the foothills - of a vast five-pointed structure of evidently

public and perhaps ceremonial nature, which we tried to identify from our aerial

survey of the ruins.

No such structure came to our minds as we recalled our flight, hence we

concluded that its upper parts had been greatly damaged, or that it had been

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totally shattered in an ice rift we had noticed. In the latter case the tunnel

would probably turn out to be choked, so that we would have to try the next

nearest one - the one less than a mile to the north. The intervening river

course prevented our trying any of the more southern tunnels on this trip; and

indeed, if both of the neighboring ones were choked it was doubtful whether our

batteries would warrant an attempt on the next northerly one - about a mile

beyond our second choice.

As we threaded our dim way through the labyrinth with the aid of map and compass

- traversing rooms and corridors in every stage of ruin or preservation,

clambering up ramps, crossing upper floors and bridges and clambering down

again, encountering choked doorways and piles of debris, hastening now and then

along finely preserved and uncannily immaculate stretches, taking false leads

and retracing our way (in such cases removing the blind paper trail we had

left), and once in a while striking the bottom of an open shaft through which

daylight poured or trickled down - we were repeatedly tantalized by the

sculptured walls along our route. Many must have told tales of immense

historical importance, and only the prospect of later visits reconciled us to

the need of passing them by. As it was, we slowed down once in a while and

turned on our second torch. If we had had more films, we would certainly have

paused briefly to photograph certain bas-reliefs, but time-consuming

hand-copying was clearly out of the question.

I come now once more to a place where the temptation to hesitate, or to hint

rather than state, is very strong. It is necessary, however, to reveal the rest

in order to justify my course in discouraging further exploration. We had wormed

our way very close to the computed site of the tunnel’s mouth - having crossed a

second-story bridge to what seemed plainly the tip of a pointed wall, and

descended to a ruinous corridor especially rich in decadently elaborate and

apparently ritualistic sculptures of late workmanship - when, shortly before

8:30 P.M., Danforth’s keen young nostrils gave us the first hint of something

unusual. If we had had a dog with us, I suppose we would have been warned

before. At first we could not precisely say what was wrong with the formerly

crystal-pure air, but after a few seconds our memories reacted only too

definitely. Let me try to state the thing without flinching. There was an odor -

and that odor was vaguely, subtly, and unmistakably akin to what had nauseated

us upon opening the insane grave of the horror poor Lake had dissected.

Of course the revelation was not as clearly cut at the time as it sounds now.

There were several conceivable explanations, and we did a good deal of

indecisive whispering. Most important of all, we did not retreat without further

investigation; for having come this far, we were loath to be balked by anything

short of certain disaster. Anyway, what we must have suspected was altogether

too wild to believe. Such things did not happen in any normal world. It was

probably sheer irrational instinct which made us dim our single torch - tempted

no longer by the decadent and sinister sculptures that leered menacingly from

the oppressive walls - and which softened our progress to a cautious tiptoeing

and crawling over the increasingly littered floor and heaps of debris.

Danforth’s eyes as well as nose proved better than mine, for it was likewise he

who first noticed the queer aspect of the debris after we had passed many

half-choked arches leading to chambers and corridors on the ground level. It did

not look quite as it ought after countless thousands of years of desertion, and

when we cautiously turned on more light we saw that a kind of swath seemed to

have been lately tracked through it. The irregular nature of the litter

precluded any definite marks, but in the smoother places there were suggestions

of the dragging of heavy objects. Once we thought there was a hint of parallel

tracks as if of runners. This was what made us pause again.

It was during that pause that we caught - simultaneously this time - the other

odor ahead. Paradoxically, it was both a less frightful and more frightful odor

- less frightful intrinsically, but infinitely appalling in this place under the

known circumstances - unless, of course, Gedney - for the odor was the plain and

familiar one of common petrol - every-day gasoline.

Our motivation after that is something I will leave to psychologists. We knew

now that some terrible extension of the camp horrors must have crawled into this

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nighted burial place of the aeons, hence could not doubt any longer the

existence of nameless conditions - present or at least recent just ahead. Yet in

the end we did let sheer burning curiosity-or anxiety-or autohypnotism - or

vague thoughts of responsibility toward Gedney - or what not - drive us on.

Danforth whispered again of the print he thought he had seen at the alley

turning in the ruins above; and of the faint musical piping - potentially of

tremendous significance in the light of Lake’s dissection report, despite its

close resemblance to the cave-mouth echoes of the windy peaks - which he thought

he had shortly afterward half heard from unknown depths below. I, in my turn,

whispered of how the camp was left - of what had disappeared, and of how the

madness of a lone survivor might have conceived the inconceivable - a wild trip

across the monstrous mountains and a descent into the unknown, primal masonry -

But we could not convince each other, or even ourselves, of anything definite.

We had turned off all light as we stood still, and vaguely noticed that a trace

of deeply filtered upper day kept the blackness from being absolute. Having

automatically begun to move ahead, we guided ourselves by occasional flashes

from our torch. The disturbed debris formed an impression we could not shake

off, and the smell of gasoline grew stronger. More and more ruin met our eyes

and hampered our feet, until very soon we saw that the forward way was about to

cease. We had been all too correct in our pessimistic guess about that rift

glimpsed from the air. Our tunnel quest was a blind one, and we were not even

going to be able to reach the basement out of which the abyssward aperture

opened.

The torch, flashing over the grotesquely carved walls of the blocked corridor in

which we stood, showed several doorways in various states of obstruction; and

from one of them the gasoline odor-quite submerging that other hint of odor -

came with especial distinctness. As we looked more steadily, we saw that beyond

a doubt there had been a slight and recent clearing away of debris from that

particular opening. Whatever the lurking horror might be, we believed the direct

avenue toward it was now plainly manifest. I do not think anyone will wonder

that we waited an appreciable time before making any further motion.

And yet, when we did venture inside that black arch, our first impression was

one of anticlimax. For amidst the littered expanse of that sculptured Crypt - a

perfect cube with sides of about twenty feet - there remained no recent object

of instantly discernible size; so that we looked instinctively, though in vain,

for a farther doorway. In another moment, however, Danforth’s sharp vision had

descried a place where the floor debris had been disturbed; and we turned on

both torches full strength. Though what we saw in that light was actually simple

and trifling, I am none the less reluctant to tell of it because of what it

implied. It was a rough leveling of the debris, upon which several small objects

lay carelessly scattered, and at one corner of which a considerable amount of

gasoline must have been spilled lately enough to leave a strong odor even at

this extreme superplateau altitude. In other words, it could not be other than a

sort of camp - a camp made by questing beings who, like us, had been turned back

by the unexpectedly choked way to the abyss.

Let me be plain. The scattered objects were, so far as substance was concerned,

all from Lake’s camp; and consisted of tin cans as queerly opened as those we

had seen at that ravaged place, many spent matches, three illustrated books more

or less curiously smudged, an empty ink bottle with its pictorial and

instructional carton, a broken fountain pen, some oddly snipped fragments of fur

and tent cloth, a used electric battery with circular of directions, a folder

that came with our type of tent heater, and a sprinkling of crumpled papers. It

was all bad enough but when we smoothed out the papers and looked at what was on

them, we felt we had come to the worst. We had found certain inexplicably

blotted papers at the camp which might have prepared us, yet the effect of the

sight down there in the prehuman vaults of a nightmare city was almost too much

to bear.

A mad Gedney might have made the groups of dots in imitation of those found on

the greenish soapstones, just as the dots on those insane five-pointed grave

mounds might have been made; and he might conceivably have prepared rough, hasty

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sketches - varying in their accuracy or lack of it - which outlined the

neighboring parts of the city and traced the way from a circularly represented

place outside our previous route - a place we identified as a great cylindrical

tower in the carvings and as a vast circular gulf glimpsed in our aerial survey

- to the present five-pointed structure and the tunnel mouth therein.

He might, I repeat, have prepared such sketches; for those before us were quite

obviously compiled, as our own had been, from late sculptures somewhere in the

glacial labyrinth, though not from the ones which we had seen and used. But what

the art-blind bungler could never have done was to execute those sketches in a

strange and assured technique perhaps superior, despite haste and carelessness,

to any of the decadent carvings from which they were taken - the characteristic

and unmistakable technique of the Old Ones themselves in the dead city’s heyday.

There are those who will say Danforth and I were utterly mad not to flee for our

lives after that; since our conclusions were now - notwithstanding their

wildness - completely fixed, and of a nature I need not even mention to those

who have read my account as far as this. Perhaps we were mad - for have I not

said those horrible peaks were mountains of madness? But I think I can detect

something of the same spirit - albeit in a less extreme form - in the men who

stalk deadly beasts through African jungles to photograph them or study their

habits. Half paralyzed with terror though we were, there was nevertheless fanned

within us a blazing flame of awe and curiosity which triumphed in the end.

Of course we did not mean to face that - or those - which we knew had been

there, but we felt that they must be gone by now. They would by this time have

found the other neighboring entrance to the abyss, and have passed within, to

whatever night-black fragments of the past might await them in the ultimate gulf

- the ultimate gulf they had never seen. Or if that entrance, too, was blocked,

they would have gone on to the north seeking another. They were, we remembered,

partly independent of light.

Looking back to that moment, I can scarcely recall just what precise form our

new emotions took - just what change of immediate objective it was that so

sharpened our sense of expectancy. We certainly did not mean to face what we

feared - yet I will not deny that we may have had a lurking, unconscious wish to

spy certain things from some hidden vantage point. Probably we had not given up

our zeal to glimpse the abyss itself, though there was interposed a new goal in

the form of that great circular place shown on the crumpled sketches we had

found. We had at once recognized it as a monstrous cylindrical tower figuring in

the very earliest carvings, but appearing only as a prodigious round aperture

from above. Something about the impressiveness of its rendering, even in these

hasty diagrams, made us think that its subglacial levels must still form a

feature of peculiar importance. Perhaps it embodied architectural marvels as yet

unencountered by us. It was certainly of incredible age according to the

sculptures in which it figured - being indeed among the first things built in

the city. Its carvings, if preserved, could not but be highly significant.

Moreover, it might form a good present link with the upper world - a shorter

route than the one we were so carefully blazing, and probably that by which

those others had descended.

At any rate, the thing we did was to study the terrible sketches - which quite

perfectly confirmed our own - and start back over the indicated course to the

circular place; the course which our nameless predecessors must have traversed

twice before us. The other neighboring gate to the abyss would lie beyond that.

I need not speak of our journey - during which we continued to leave an

economical trail of paper - for it was precisely the same in kind as that by

which we had reached the cul-de-sac; except that it tended to adhere more

closely to the ground level and even descend to basement corridors. Every now

and then we could trace certain disturbing marks in the debris or litter

underfoot; and after we had passed outside the radius of the gasoline scent, we

were again faintly conscious - spasmodically - of that more hideous and more

persistent scent. After the way had branched from our former course, we

sometimes gave the rays of our single torch a furtive sweep along the walls;

noting in almost every case the well-nigh omnipresent sculptures, which indeed

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seem to have formed a main aesthetic outlet for the Old Ones.

About 9:30 P.M., while traversing a long, vaulted corridor whose increasingly

glaciated floor seemed somewhat below the ground level and whose roof grew lower

as we advanced, we began to see strong daylight ahead and were able to turn off

our torch. It appeared that we were coming to the vast circular place, and that

our distance from the upper air could not be very great. The corridor ended in

an arch surprisingly low for these megalithic ruins, but we could see much

through it even before we emerged. Beyond there stretched a prodigious round

space - fully two hundred feet in diameter - strewn with debris and containing

many choked archways corresponding to the one we were about to cross. The walls

were - in available spaces - boldly sculptured into a spiral band of heroic

proportions; and displayed, despite the destructive weathering caused by the

openness of the spot, an artistic splendor far beyond anything we had

encountered before. The littered floor was quite heavily glaciated, and we

fancied that the true bottom lay at a considerably lower depth.

But the salient object of the place was the titanic stone ramp which, eluding

the archways by a sharp turn outward into the open floor, wound spirally up the

stupendous cylindrical wall like an inside counterpart of those once climbing

outside the monstrous towers or ziggurats of antique Babylon. Only the rapidity

of our flight, and the perspective which confounded the descent with the tower’s

inner wall, had prevented our noticing this feature from the air, and thus

caused us to seek another avenue to the subglacial level. Pabodie might have

been able to tell what sort of engineering held it in place, but Danforth and I

could merely admire and marvel. We could see mighty stone corbels and pillars

here and there, but what we saw seemed inadequate to the function performed. The

thing was excellently preserved up to the present top of the tower - a highly

remarkable circumstance in view of its exposure - and its shelter had done much

to protect the bizarre and disturbing cosmic sculptures on the walls.

As we stepped out into the awesome half daylight of this monstrous cylinder

bottom - fifty million years old, and without doubt the most primally ancient

structure ever to meet our eyes - we saw that the ramp-traversed sides stretched

dizzily up to a height of fully sixty feet. This, we recalled from our aerial

survey, meant an outside glaciation of some forty feet; since the yawning gulf

we had seen from the plane had been at the top of an approximately twenty-foot

mound of crumbled masonry, somewhat sheltered for three-fourths of its

circumference by the massive curving walls of a line of higher ruins. According

to the sculptures, the original tower had stood in the center of an immense

circular plaza, and had been perhaps five hundred or six hundred feet high, with

tiers of horizontal disks near the top, and a row of needlelike spires along the

upper rim. Most of the masonry had obviously toppled outward rather than inward

- a fortunate happening, since otherwise the ramp might have been shattered and

the whole interior choked. As it was, the ramp showed sad battering; whilst the

choking was such that all the archways at the bottom seemed to have been

recently cleared.

It took us only a moment to conclude that this was indeed the route by which

those others had descended, and that this would be the logical route for our own

ascent despite the long trail of paper we had left elsewhere. The tower’s mouth

was no farther from the foothills and our waiting plane than was the great

terraced building we had entered, and any further subglacial exploration we

might make on this trip would lie in this general region. Oddly, we were still

thinking about possible later trips - even after all we had seen and guessed.

Then, as we picked our way cautiously over the debris of the great floor, there

came a sight which for the time excluded all other matters.

It was the neatly huddled array of three sledges in that farther angle of the

ramp’s lower and outward-projecting course which had hitherto been screened from

our view. There they were - the three sledges missing from Lake’s camp - shaken

by a hard usage which must have included forcible dragging along great reaches

of snowless masonry and debris, as well as much hand portage over utterly

unnavigable places. They were carefully and intelligently packed and strapped,

and contained things memorably familiar enough: the gasoline stove, fuel cans,

instrument cases, provision tins, tarpaulins obviously bulging with books, and

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some bulging with less obvious contents - everything derived from Lake’s

equipment.

Alfer what we had found in that other room, we were in a measure prepared for

this encounter. The really great shock came when we stepped over and undid one

tarpaulin whose outlines had peculiarly disquieted us. It seems that others as

well as Lake had been interested in collecting typical specimens; for there were

two here, both stiffly frozen, perfectly preserved, patched with adhesive

plaster where some wounds around the neck had occurred, and wrapped with care to

prevent further damage. They were the bodies of young Gedney and the missing

dog.

X

Many people will probably judge us callous as well as mad for thinking about the

northward tunnel and the abyss so soon after our somber discovery, and I am not

prepared to say that we would have immediately revived such thoughts but for a

specific circumstance which broke in upon us and set up a whole new train of

speculations. We had replaced the tarpaulin over poor Gedney and were standing

in a kind of mute bewilderment when the sounds finally reached our consciousness

- the first sounds we had heard since descending out of the open where the

mountain wind whined faintly from its unearthly heights. Well-known and mundane

though they were, their presence in this remote world of death was more

unexpected and unnerving than any grotesque or fabulous tones ‘could possibly

have been - since they gave a fresh upsetting to all our notions of cosmic

harmony.

Had it been some trace of that bizarre musical piping over a wide range which

Lake’s dissection report had led us to expect in those others - and which,

indeed, our overwrought fancies had been reading into every wind howl we had

heard since coming on the camp horror - it would have had a kind of hellish

congruity with the aeon-dead region around us. A voice from other epochs belongs

in a graveyard of other epochs. As it was, however, the noise shattered all our

profoundly seated adjustments - all our tacit acceptance of the inner antarctic

as a waste utterly and irrevocably void of every vestige of normal life. What we

heard was not the fabulous note of any buried blasphemy of elder earth from

whose supernal toughness an age-denied polar sun had evoked a monstrous

response. Instead, it was a thing so mockingly normal and so unerringly

familiarized by our sea days off Victoria Land and our camp days at McMurdo

Sound that we shuddered to think of it here, where such things ought not to be.

To be brief - it was simply the raucous squawking of a penguin.

The muffled sound floated from subglacial recesses nearly opposite to the

corridor whence we had come - regions manifestly in the direction of that other

tunnel to the vast abyss. The presence of a living water bird in such a

direction - in a world whose surface was one of age-long and uniform

lifelessness - could lead to only one conclusion; hence our first thought was to

verify the objective reality of the sound. It was, indeed, repeated, and seemed

at times to come from more than one throat. Seeking its source, we entered an

archway from which much debris had been cleared; resuming our trail blazing -

with an added paper supply taken with curious repugnance from one of the

tarpaulin bundles on the sledges - when we left daylight behind.

As the glaciated floor gave place to a litter of detritus, we plainly discerned

some curious, dragging tracks; and once Danforth found a distinct print of a

sort whose description would be only too superfluous. The course indicated by

the penguin cries was precisely what our map and compass prescribed as an

approach to the more northerly tunnel mouth, and we were glad to find that a

bridgeless thoroughfare on the ground and basement levels seemed open. The

tunnel, according to the chart, ought to start from the basement of a large

pyramidal structure which we seemed vaguely to recall from our aerial survey as

remarkably well-preserved. Along our path the single torch showed a customary

profusion of carvings, but we did not pause to examine any of these.

Suddenly a bulky white shape loomed up ahead of us, and we flashed on the second

torch. It is odd how wholly this new quest had turned our minds from earlier

fears of what might lurk near. Those other ones, having left their supplies in

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the great circular place, must have planned to return after their scouting trip

toward or into the abyss; yet we had now discarded all caution concerning them

as completely as if they had never existed. This white, waddling thing was fully

six feet high, yet we seemed to realize at once that it was not one of those

others. They were larger and dark, and, according to the sculptures, their

motion over land surfaces was a swift, assured matter despite the queerness of

their sea-born tentacle equipment. But to say that the white thing did not

profoundly frighten us would be vain. We were indeed clutched for an instant by

primitive dread almost sharper than the worst of our reasoned fears regarding

those others. Then came a flash of anticlimax as the white shape sidled into a

lateral archway to our left to join two others of its kind which had summoned it

in raucous tones. For it was only a penguin - albeit of a huge, unknown species

larger than the greatest of the known king penguins, and monstrous in its

combined albinism and virtual eyelessness.

When we had followed the thing into the archway and turned both our torches on

the indifferent and unheeding group of three, we saw that they were all eyeless

albinos of the same unknown and gigantic species. Their size reminded us of some

of the archaic penguins depicted in the Old Ones’ sculptures, and it did not

take us long to conclude that they were descended from the same

stock-undoubtedly surviving through a retreat to some warmer inner region whose

perpetual blackness had destroyed their pigmentation and atrophied their eyes to

mere useless slits. That their present habitat was the vast abyss we sought, was

not for a moment to be doubted; and this evidence of the gulf’s continued warmth

and habitability filled us with the most curious and subtly perturbing fancies.

We wondered, too, what had caused these three birds to venture out of their

usual domain. The state and silence of the great dead city made it clear that it

had at no time been an habitual seasonal rookery, whilst the manifest

indifference of the trio to our presence made it seem odd that any passing party

of those others should have startled them. Was it possible that those others had

taken some aggressive action or t-ried to increase their meat supply? We doubted

whether that pungent odor which the dogs had hated could cause an equal

antipathy in these penguins, since their ancestors had obviously lived on

excellent terms with the Old Ones - an amicable relationship which must have

survived in the abyss below as long as any of the Old Ones remained. Regretting

- in a flare-up of the old spirit of pure science - that we could not photograph

these anomalous creatures, we shortly left them to their squawking and pushed on

toward the abyss whose openness was now so positively proved to us, and whose

exact direction occasional penguin tracks made clear.

Not long afterward a steep descent in a long, low, doorless, and peculiarly

sculptureless corridor led us to believe that we were approaching the tunnel

mouth at last. We had passed two more penguins, and heard others immediately

ahead. Then the corridor ended in a prodigious open space which made us gasp

involuntarily - a perfect inverted hemisphere, obviously deep underground; fully

a hundred feet in diameter and fifty feet high, with low archways opening around

all parts of the circumference but one, and that one yawning cavernously with a

black, arched aperture which broke the symmetry of the vault to a height of

nearly fifteen feet. It was the entrance to the great abyss.

In this vast hemisphere, whose concave roof was impressively though decadently

carved to a likeness of the primordial celestial dome, a few albino penguins

waddled - aliens there, but indifferent and unseeing. The black tunnel yawned

indefinitely off at a steep, descending grade, its aperture adorned with

grotesquely chiseled jambs and lintel. From that cryptical mouth we fancied a

current of slightly warmer air, and perhaps even a suspicion of vapor proceeded;

and we wondered what living entities other than penguins the limitless void

below, and the contiguous honeycombings of the land and the titan mountains,

might conceal. We wondered, too, whether the trace of mountaintop smoke at first

suspected by poor Lake, as well as the odd haze we had ourselves perceived

around the rampart-crowned peak, might not be caused by the tortuous-channeled

rising of some such vapor from the unfathomed regions of earth’s core.

Entering the tunnel, we saw that its outline was - at least at the start - about

fifteen feet each way - sides, floor, and arched roof composed of the usual

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megalithic masonry. The sides were sparsely decorated with cartouches of

conventional designs in a late, decadent style; and all the construction and

carving were marvelously well-preserved. The floor was quite clear, except for a

slight detritus bearing outgoing penguin tracks and the inward tracks of these

others. The farther one advanced, the warmer it became; so that we were soon

unbuttoning our heavy garments. We wondered whether there were any actually

igneous manifestations below, and whether the waters of that sunless sea were

hot. Alter a short distance the masonry gave place to solid rock, though the

tunnel kept the same proportions and presented the same aspect of carved

regularity. Occasionally its varying grade became so steep that grooves were cut

in the floor. Several times we noted the mouths of small lateral galleries not

recorded in our diagrams; none of them such as to complicate the problem of our

return, and all of them welcome as possible refuges in case we met unwelcome

entities on their way back from the abyss. The nameless scent of such things was

very distinct. Doubtless it was suicidally foolish to venture into that tunnel

under the known conditions, but the lure of the unplumbed is stronger in certain

persons than most suspect - indeed, it was just such a lure which had brought us

to this unearthly polar waste in the first place. We saw several penguins as we

passed along, and speculated on the distance we would have to traverse. The

carvings had led us to expect a steep downhill walk of about a mile to the

abyss, but our previous wanderings had shown us that matters of scale were not

wholly to be depended on.

Alter about a quarter of a mile that nameless scent became greatly accentuated,

and we kept very careful track of the various lateral openings we passed. There

was no visible vapor as at the mouth, but this was doubtless due to the lack of

contrasting cooler air. The temperature was rapidly ascending, and we were not

surprised to come upon a careless heap of material shudderingly familiar to us.

It was composed of furs and tent cloth taken from Lake’s camp, and we did not

pause to study the bizarre forms into which the fabrics had been slashed.

Slightly beyond this point we noticed a decided increase in the size and number

of the side galleries, and concluded that the densely honeycombed region beneath

the higher foothills must now have been reached. The nameless scent was now

curiously mixed with another and scarcely less offensive odor - of what nature

we could not guess, though we thought of decaying organisms and perhaps unknown

subterranean fungi. Then came a startling expansion of the tunnel for which the

carvings had not prepared us - a broadening and rising into a lofty,

natural-looking elliptical cavern with a level floor, some seventy-five feet

long and fifty broad, and with many immense side passages leading away into

cryptical darkness.

Though this cavern was natural in appearance, an inspection with both torches

suggested that it had been formed by the artificial destruction of several walls

between adjacent honeycombings. The walls were rough, and the high, vaulted roof

was thick with stalactites; but the solid rock floor had been smoothed off, and

was free from all debris, detritus, or even dust to a positively abnormal

extent. Except for the avenue through which we had come, this was true of the

floors of all the great galleries opening off from it; and the singularity of

the condition was such as to set us vainly puzzling. The curious new fetor which

had supplemented the nameless scent was excessively pungent here; so much so

that it destroyed all trace of the other. Something about this whole place, with

its polished and almost glistening floor, struck us as more vaguely baffling and

horrible than any of the monstrous things we had previously encountered.

The regularity of the passage immediately ahead, as well as the larger

proportion of penguin-droppings there, prevented all confusion as to the right

course amidst this plethora of equally great cave mouths. Nevertheless we

resolved to resume our paper trailblazing if any further complexity should

develop; for dust tracks, of course, could no longer be expected. Upon resuming

our direct progress we cast a beam of torchlight over the tunnel walls - and

stopped short in amazement at the supremely radical change which had come over

the carvings in this part of the passage. We realized, of course, the great

decadence of the Old Ones’ sculpture at the time of the tunneling, and had

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indeed noticed the inferior workmanship of the arabesques in the stretches

behind us. But now, in this deeper section beyond the cavern, there was a sudden

difference wholly transcending explanation - a difference in basic nature as

well as in mere quality, and involving so profound and calamitous a degradation

of skill that nothing in the hitherto observed rate of decline could have led

one to expect it.

This new and degenerate work was coarse, bold, and wholly lacking in delicacy of

detail. It was countersunk with exaggerated depth in bands following the same

general line as the sparse car-touches of the earlier sections, but the height

of the reliefs did not reach the level of the general surface. Danforth had the

idea that it was a second carving - a sort of palimpsest formed after the

obliteration of a previous design. In nature it was wholly decorative and

conventional, and consisted of crude spirals and angles roughly following the

quintile mathematical tradition of the Old Ones, yet seemingly more like a

parody than a perpetuation of that tradition. We could not get it out of our

minds that some subtly but profoundly alien element had been added to the

aesthetic feeling behind the technique - an alien element, Danforth guessed,

that was responsible for the laborious substitution. It was like, yet

disturbingly unlike, what we had come to recognize as the Old Ones’ art; and I

was persistently reminded of such hybrid things as the ungainly Palmyrene

sculptures fashioned in the Roman manner. That others had recently noticed this

belt of carving was hinted by the presence of a used flashlight battery on the

floor in front of one of the most characteristic cartouches.

Since we could not afford to spend any considerable time in study, we resumed

our advance after a cursory look; though frequently casting beams over the walls

to see if any further decorative changes developed. Nothing of the sort was

perceived, though the carvings were in places rather sparse because of the

numerous mouths of smooth-floored lateral tunnels. We saw and heard fewer

penguins, but thought we caught a vague suspicion of an infinitely distant

chorus of them somewhere deep within the earth. The new and inexplicable odor

was abominably strong, and we could detect scarcely a sign of that other

nameless scent. Puffs of visible vapor ahead bespoke increasing contrasts in

temperature, and the relative nearness of the sunless sea cliffs of the great

abyss. Then, quite unexpectedly, we saw certain obstructions on the polished

floor ahead - obstructions which were quite definitely not penguins - and turned

on our second torch after making sure that the objects were quite stationary.

XI

Still another time have I come to a place where it is very difficult to proceed.

I ought to be hardened by this stage; but there are some experiences and

intimations which scar too deeply to permit of healing, and leave only such an

added sensitiveness that memory reinspires all the original horror. We saw, as I

have said, certain obstructions on the polished floor ahead; and I may add that

our nostrils were assailed almost simultaneously by a very curious

intensification of the strange prevailing fetor, now quite plainly mixed with

the nameless stench of those others which had gone before. The light of the

second torch left no doubt of what the obstructions were, and we dared approach

them only because we could see, even from a distance, that they were quite as

past all harming power as had been the six similar specimens unearthed from the

monstrous star-mounded graves at poor Lake’s camp.

They were, indeed, as lacking - in completeness as most of those we had

unearthed - though it grew plain from the thick, dark green pool gathering

around them that their incompleteness was of infinitely greater recency. There

seemed to be only four of them, whereas Lake’s bulletins would have suggested no

less than eight as forming the group which had preceded us. To find them in this

state was wholly unexpected, and we wondered what sort of monstrous struggle had

occurred down here in the dark.

Penguins, attacked in a body, retaliate savagely with their beaks, and our ears

now made certain the existence of a rookery far beyond. Had those others

disturbed such a place and aroused murderous pursuit? The obstructions did not

suggest it, for penguins’ beaks against the tough tissues Lake had dissected

could hardly account for the terrible damage our approaching glance was

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beginning to make out. Besides, the huge blind birds we had seen appeared to be

singularly peaceful.

Had there, then, been a struggle among those others, and were the absent four

responsible? If so, where were they? Were they close at hand and likely to form

an immediate menace to us? We glanced anxiously at some of the smooth-floored

lateral passages as we continued our slow and frankly reluctant approach.

Whatever the conflict was, it had clearly been that which had frightened the

penguins into their unaccustomed wandering. It must, then, have arisen near that

faintly heard rookery in the incalculable gulf beyond, since there were no signs

that any birds had normally dwelt here. Perhaps, we reflected, there had been a

hideous running fight, with the weaker party seeking to get back to the cached

sledges when their pursuers finished them. One could picture the demoniac fray

between namelessly monstrous entities as it surged out of the black abyss with

great clouds of frantic penguins squawking and scurrying ahead.

I say that we approached those sprawling and incomplete obstructions slowly and

reluctantly. Would to Heaven we had never approached them at all, but had run

back at top speed out of that blasphemous tunnel with the greasily smooth floors

and the degenerate murals aping and mocking the things they had superseded-run

back, before we had seen what we did see, and before our minds were burned with

something which will never let us breathe easily again!

Both of our torches were turned on the prostrate objects, so that we soon

realized the dominant factor in their incompleteness. Mauled, compressed,

twisted, and ruptured as they were, their chief common injury was total

decapitation. From each one the tentacled starfish head had been removed; and as

we drew near we saw that the manner of removal looked more like some hellish

tearing or suction than like any ordinary form of cleavage. Their noisome

dark-green ichor formed a large, spreading pOOl; but its stench was half

overshadowed by the newer and stranger stench, here more pungent than at any

other point along our route. Only when we had come very close to the sprawling

obstructions could we trace that second, unexplainable fetor to any immediate

source - and the instant we did so Danforth, remembering certain very vivid

sculptures of the Old Ones’ history in the Permian Age one hundred and fifty

million years ago, gave vent to a nerve-tortured cry which echoed hysterically

through that vaulted and archaic passage with the evil, palimpsest carvings.

I came only just short of echoing his cry myself; for I had seen those primal

sculptures, too, and had shudderingly admired the way the nameless artist had

suggested that hideous slime coating found on certain incomplete and prostrate

Old Ones - those whom the frightful Shoggoths had characteristically slain and

sucked to a ghastly headlessness in the great war of resubjugation. They were

infamous, nightmare sculptures even when telling of age-old, bygone things; for

Shoggoths and their work ought not to be seen by human beings or portrayed by

any beings. The mad author of the Necronomicon had nervously tried to swear that

none had been bred on this planet, and that only drugged dreamers had even

conceived them. Formless protoplasm able to mock and reflect all forms and

organs and processes - viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells - rubbery

fifteen-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile - slaves of suggestion,

builders of cities - more and more sullen, more and more intelligent, more and

more amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God! What madness made even

those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use and carve such things?

And now, when Danforth and I saw the freshly glistening and reflectively

iridescent black slime which clung thickly to those headless bodies and stank

obscenely with that new, unknown odor whose cause only a diseased fancy could

envisage - clung to those bodies and sparkled less voluminously on a smooth part

of the accursedly resculptured wall in a series of grouped dots - we understood

the quality of cosmic fear to its uttermost depths. It was not fear of those

four missing others - for all too well did we suspect they would do no harm

again. Poor devils! Alter all, they were not evil things of their kind. They

were the men of another age and another order of being. Nature had played a

hellish jest on them - as it will on any others that human madness, callousness,

or cruelty may hereafter dig up in that hideously dead or sleeping polar waste -

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and this was their tragic homecoming. They had not been even savages-for what

indeed had they done? That awful awakening in the cold of an unknown epoch -

perhaps an attack by the furry, frantically barking quadrupeds, and a dazed

defense against them and the equally frantic white simians with the queer

wrappings and paraphernalia ... poor Lake, poor Gedney... and poor Old Ones!

Scientists to the last - what had they done that we would not have done in their

place? God, what intelligence and persistence! What a facing of the incredible,

just as those carven kinsmen and forbears had faced things only a little less

incredible! Radiates, vegetables, monstrosities, star spawn - whatever they had

been, they were men!

They had crossed the icy peaks on whose templed slopes they had once worshipped

and roamed among the tree ferns. They had found their dead city brooding under

its curse, and had read its carven latter days as we had done. They had tried to

reach their living fellows in fabled depths of blackness they had never seen -

and what had they found? All this flashed in unison through the thoughts of

Danforth and me as we looked from those headless, slime-coated shapes to the

loathsome palimpsest sculptures and the diabolical dot groups of fresh slime on

the wall beside them - looked and understood what must have triumphed and

survived down there in the Cyclopean water city of that nighted, penguin-fringed

abyss, whence even now a sinister curling mist had begun to belch pallidly as if

in answer to Danforth’s hysterical scream.

The shock of recognizing that monstrous slime and headlessness had frozen us

into mute, motionless statues, and it is only through later conversations that

we have learned of the complete identity of our thoughts at that moment. It

seemed aeons that we stood there, but actually it could not have been more than

ten or fifteen seconds. That hateful, pallid mist curled forward as if veritably

driven by some remoter advancing bulk-and then came a sound which upset much of

what we had just decided, and in so doing broke the spell and enabled us to run

like mad past squawking, confused penguins over our former trail back to the

city, along ice-sunken megalithic corridors to the great open circle, and up

that archaic spiral ramp in a frenzied, automatic plunge for the sane outer air

and light of day.

The new sound, as I have intimated, upset much that we had decided; because it

was what poor Lake’s dissection had led us to attribute to those we had judged

dead. It was, Danforth later told me, precisely what he had caught in infinitely

muffled form when at that spot beyond the alley corner above the glacial level;

and it certainly had a shocking resemblance to the wind pipings we had both

heard around the lofty mountain caves. At the risk of seeming puerile I will add

another thing, too, if only because of the surprising way Danforth’s impressions

chimed with mine. Of course common reading is what prepared us both to make the

interpretation, though Danforth has hinted at queer notions about unsuspected

and forbidden sources to which Poe may have had access when writing his Arthur

Gordon Pym a century ago. It will be remembered that in that fantastic tale

there is a word of unknown but terrible and prodigious significance connected

with the antarctic and screamed eternally by the gigantic spectrally snowy birds

of that malign region’s core. "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" That, I may admit, is

exactly what we thought we heard conveyed by that sudden sound behind the

advancing white mist-that insidious musical piping over a singularly wide range.

We were in full flight before three notes or syllables had been uttered, though

we knew that the swiftness of the Old Ones would enable any scream-roused and

pursuing survivor of the slaughter to overtake us in a moment if it really

wished to do so. We had a vague hope, however, that nonaggressive conduct and a

display of kindred reason might cause such a being to spare us in case of

capture, if only from scientific curiosity. Alter all, if such an one had

nothing to fear for itself, it would have no motive in harming us. Concealment

being futile at this juncture, we used our torch for a running glance behind,

and perceived that the mist was thinning. Would we see, at last, a complete and

living specimen of those others? Again came that insidious musical piping-

"Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" Then, noting that we were actually gaining on our

pursuer, it occurred to us that the entity might be wounded. We could take no

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chances, however, since it was very obviously approaching in answer to

Danforth’s scream, rather than in flight from any other entity. The timing was

too close to admit of doubt. Of the whereabouts of that less conceivable and

less mentionable nightmare - that fetid, unglimpsed mountain of slime-spewing

protoplasm whose race had conquered the abyss and sent land pioneers to recarve

and squirm through the burrows of the hills - we could form no guess; and it

cost us a genuine pang to leave this probably crippled Old One-perhaps a lone

survivor - to the peril of recapture and a nameless fate.

Thank Heaven we did not slacken our run. The curling mist had thickened again,

and was driving ahead with increased speed; whilst the straying penguins in our

rear were squawking and screaming and displaying signs of a panic really

surprising in view of their relatively minor confusion when we had passed them.

Once more came that sinister, wide-ranged piping - "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" We

had been wrong. The thing was not wounded, but had merely paused on encountering

the bodies of its fallen kindred and the hellish slime inscription above them.

We could never know what that demon message was - but those burials at Lake’s

camp had shown how much importance the beings attached to their dead. Our

recklessly used torch now revealed ahead of us the large open cavern where

various ways converged, and we were glad to be leaving those morbid palimpsest

sculptures - almost felt even when scarcely seen-behind. Another thought which

the advent of the cave inspired was the possibility of losing our pursuer at

this bewildering focus of large galleries. There were several of the blind

albino penguins in the open space, and it seemed clear that their fear of the

oncoming entity was extreme to the point of unaccountability. If at that point

we dimmed our torch to the very lowest limit of traveling need, keeping it

strictly in front of us, the frightened squawking motions of the huge birds in

the mist might muffle our footfalls, screen our true course, and somehow set up

a false lead. Amidst the churning, spiraling fog, the littered and unglistening

floor of the main tunnel beyond this point, as differing from the other morbidly

polished burrows, could hardly form a highly distinguishing feature; even, so

far as we could conjecture, for those indicated special senses which made the

Old Ones partly, though imperfectly, independent of light in emergencies. In

fact, we were somewhat apprehensive lest we go astray ourselves in our haste.

For we had, of course, decided to keep straight on toward the dead city; since

the consequences of loss in those unknown foothill honeycombings would be

unthinkable.

The fact that we survived and emerged is sufficient proof that the thing did

take a wrong gallery whilst we providentially hit on the right one. The penguins

alone could not have saved us, but in conjunction with the mist they seem to

have done so. Only a benign fate kept the curling vapors thick enough at the

right moment, for they were constantly shifting and threatening to vanish.

Indeed, they did lift for a second just before we emerged from the nauseously

resculptured tunnel into the cave; so that we actually caught one first and only

half glimpse of the oncoming entity as we cast a final, desperately fearful

glance backward before dimming the torch and mixing with the penguins in the

hope of dodging pursuit. If the fate which screened us was benign, that which

gave us the half glimpse was infinitely the opposite; for to that flash of

semivision can be traced a full half of the horror which has ever since haunted

us.

Our exact motive in looking back again was perhaps no more than the immemorial

instinct of the pursued to gauge the nature and course of its pursuer; or

perhaps it was an automatic attempt to answer a subconscious question raised by

one of our senses. In the midst of our flight, with all our faculties centered

on the problem of escape, we were in no condition to observe and analyze

details; yet even so, our latent brain cells must have wondered at the message

brought them by our nostrils. Alterward we realized what it was-that our retreat

from the fetid slime coating on those headless obstructions, and the coincident

approach of the pursuing entity, had not brought us the exchange of stenches

which logic called for. In the neighborhood of the prostrate things that new and

lately unexplainable fetor had been wholly dominant; but by this time it ought

to have largely given place to the nameless stench associated with those others.

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This it had not done - for instead, the newer and less bearable smell was now

virtually undiluted, and growing more and more poisonously insistent each

second.

So we glanced back simultaneously, it would appear; though no doubt the

incipient motion of one prompted the imitation of the other. As we did so we

flashed both torches full strength at the momentarily thinned mist; either from

sheer primitive anxiety to see all we could, or in a less primitive but equally

unconscious effort to dazzle the entity before we dimmed our light and dodged

among the penguins of the labyrinth center ahead. Unhappy act! Not Orpheus

himself, or Lot’s wife, paid much more dearly for a backward glance. And again

came that shocking, wide-ranged piping - "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"

I might as well be frank - even if I cannot bear to be quite direct - in stating

what we saw; though at the time we felt that it was not to be admitted even to

each other. The words reaching the reader can never even suggest the awfulness

of the sight itself. It crippled our consciousness so completely that I wonder

we had the residual sense to dim our torches as planned, and to strike the right

tunnel toward the dead city. Instinct alone must have carried us through -

perhaps better than reason could have done; though if that was what saved us, we

paid a high price. Of reason we certainly had little enough left.

Danforth was totally unstrung, and the first thing I remember of the rest of the

journey was hearing him lightheadedly chant an hysterical formula in which I

alone of mankind could have found anything but insane irrelevance. It

reverberated in falsetto echoes among the squawks of the penguins; reverberated

through the vaultings ahead, and-thank God-through the now empty vaultings

behind. He could not have begun it at once - else we would not have been alive

and blindly racing. I shudder to think of what a shade of difference in his

nervous reactions might have brought.

"South Station Under - Washington Under - Park Street Under-Kendall - Central -

Harvard - " The poor fellow was chanting the familiar stations of the

Boston-Cambridge tunnel that burrowed through our peaceful native soil thousands

of miles away in New England, yet to me the ritual had neither irrelevance nor

home feeling. It had only horror, because I knew unerringly the monstrous,

nefandous analogy that had suggested it. We had expected, upon looking back, to

see a terrible and incredible moving entity if the mists were thin enough; but

of that entity we had formed a clear idea. What we did see - for the mists were

indeed all too maliguly thinned - was something altogether different, and

immeasurably more hideous and detestable. It was the utter, objective embodiment

of the fantastic novelist’s "thing that should not be"; and its nearest

comprehensible analogue is a vast, onrushing subway train as one sees it from a

station platform - the great black front looming colossally out of infinite

subterranean distance, constellated with strangely colored lights and filling

the prodigious burrow as a piston fills a cylinder.

But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track ahead as the

nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence oozed tightly onward

through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering unholy speed and driving before it a

spiral, rethickening cloud of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible,

indescribable thing vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of

protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes

forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling

front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over

the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all

litter. Still came that eldritch, mocking cry- "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" and at

last we remembered that the demoniac Shoggoths - given life, thought, and

plastic organ patterns solely by the Old Ones, and having no language save that

which the dot groups expressed - had likewise no voice save the imitated accents

of their bygone masters.

XII

Danforth and I have recollections of emerging into the great sculptured

hemisphere and of threading our back trail through the Cyclopean rooms and

corridors of the dead city; yet these are purely dream fragments involving no

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memory of volition, details, or physical exertion. It was as if we floated in a

nebulous world or dimension without time, causation, or orientation. The gray

half-daylight of the vast circular space sobered us somewhat; but we did not go

near those cached sledges or look again at poor Gedney and the dog. They have a

strange and titanic mausoleum, and I hope the end of this planet will find them

still undisturbed.

It was while struggling up the colossal spiral incline that we first felt the

terrible fatigue and short breath which our race through the thin plateau air

had produced; but not even fear of collapse could make us pause before reaching

the normal outer realm of sun and sky. There was something vaguely appropriate

about our departure from those buried epochs; for as we wound our panting way up

the sixty-foot cylinder of primal masonry, we glimpsed beside us a continuous

procession of heroic sculptures in the dead race’s early and undecayed technique

- a farewell from the Old Ones, written fifty million years ago.

Finally scrambling out at the top, we found ourselves on a great mound of

tumbled blocks, with the curved walls of higher stonework rising westward, and

the brooding peaks of the great mountains showing beyond the more crumbled

structures toward the east. The low antarctic sun of midnight peered redly from

the southern horizon through rifts in the jagged ruins, and the terrible age and

deadness of the nightmare city seemed all the starker by contrast with such

relatively known and accustomed things as the features of the polar landscape.

The sky above was a churning and opalescent mass of tenuous ice-vapors, and the

cold clutched at our vitals. Wearily resting the outfit-bags to which we had

instinctively clung throughout our desperate flight, we rebuttoned our heavy

garments for the stumbling climb down the mound and the walk through the

aeon-old stone maze to the foothills where our aeroplane waited. Of what had set

us fleeing from that darkness of earth’s secret and archaic gulfs we said

nothing at all.

In less than a quarter of an hour we had found the steep grade to the

foothills-the probable ancient terrace - by which we had descended, and could

see the dark bulk of our great plane amidst the sparse ruins on the rising slope

ahead. Halfway uphill toward our goal we paused for a momentary breathing spell,

and turned to look again at the fantastic tangle of incredible stone shapes

below us-once more outlined mystically against an unknown west. As we did so we

saw that the sky beyond had lost its morning haziness; the restless ice-vapors

having moved up to the zenith, where their mocking outlines seemed on the point

of settling into some bizarre pattern which they feared to make quite definite

or conclusive.

There now lay revealed on the ultimate white horizon behind the grotesque city a

dim, elfin line of pinnacled violet whose needle-pointed heights loomed

dreamlike against the beckoning rose color of the western sky. Up toward this

shimmering rim sloped the ancient table-land, the depressed course of the bygone

river traversing it as an irregular ribbon of shadow. For a second we gasped in

admiration of the scene’s unearthly cosmic beauty, and then vague horror began

to creep into our souls. For this far violet line could be nothing else than the

terrible mountains of the forbidden land - highest of earth’s peaks and focus of

earth’s evil; harborers of nameless horrors and Archaean secrets; shunned and

prayed to by those who feared to carve their meaning; untrodden by any living

thing on earth, but visited by the sinister lightnings and sending strange beams

across the plains in the polar night - beyond doubt the unknown archetype of

that dreaded Kadath in the Cold Waste beyond abhorrent Leng, whereof primal

legends hint evasively.

If the sculptured maps and pictures in that prehuman city had told truly, these

cryptic violet mountains could not be much less than three hundred miles away;

yet none the less sharply did their dim elfin essence appear above that remote

and snowy rim, like the serrated edge of a monstrous alien planet about to rise

into unaccustomed heavens. Their height, then, must have been tremendous beyond

all comparison - carrying them up into tenuous atmospheric strata peopled only

by such gaseous wraiths as rash flyers have barely lived to whisper of after

unexplainable falls. Looking at them, I thought nervously of certain sculptured

hints of what the great bygone river had washed down into the city from their

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accursed slopes - and wondered how much sense and how much folly had lain in the

fears of those Old Ones who carved them so reticently. I recalled how their

northerly end must come near the coast at Queen Mary Land, where even at that

moment Sir Douglas Mawson’s expedition was doubtless working less than a

thousand miles away; and hoped that no evil fate would give Sir Douglas and his

men a glimpse of what might lie beyond the protecting coastal range. Such

thoughts formed a measure of my overwrought condition at the time - and Danforth

seemed to be even worse.

Yet long before we had passed the great star-shaped ruin and reached our plane,

our fears had become transferred to the lesser but vast-enough range whose

recrossing lay ahead of us. From these foothills the black, ruin-crusted slopes

reared up starkly and hideously against the east, again reminding us of those

strange Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich; and when we thought of the

frightful amorphous entities that might have pushed their fetidly squirming way

even to the topmost hollow pinnacles, we could not face without panic the

prospect of again sailing by those suggestive skyward cave mouths where the wind

made sounds like an evil musical piping over a wide range. To make matters

worse, we saw distinct traces of local mist around several of the summits-as

poor Lake must have done when he made that early mistake about volcanism - and

thought shiveringly of that kindred mist from which we had just escaped; of

that, and of the blasphemous, horror-fostering abyss whence all such vapors

came.

All was well with the plane, and we clumsily hauled on our heavy flying furs.

Danforth got the engine started without trouble, and we made a very smooth

take-off over the nightmare city. Below us the primal Cyclopean masonry spread

out as it had done when first we saw it, and we began rising and turning to test

the wind for our crossing through the pass. At a very high level there must have

been great disturbance, since the ice-dust clouds of the zenith were doing all

sorts of fantastic things; but at twenty-four thousand feet, the height we

needed for the pass, we found navigation quite practicable. As we drew close to

the jutting peaks the wind’s strange piping again became manifest, and I could

see Danforth’s hands trembling at the controls. Rank amateur that I was, I

thought at that moment that I might be a better navigator than he in effecting

the dangerous crossing between pinnacles; and when I made motions to change

seats and take over his duties he did not protest. I tried to keep all my skill

and self-possession about me, and stared at the sector of reddish farther sky

betwixt the walls of the pass-resolutely refusing to pay attention to the puffs

of mountain-top vapor, and wishing that I had wax-stopped ears like Ulysses’ men

off the Siren’s coast to keep that disturbing windpiping from my consciousness.

But Danforth, released from his piloting and keyed up to a dangerous nervous

pitch, could not keep quiet. I felt him turning and wriggling about as he looked

back at the terrible receding city, ahead at the cave-riddled, cube-barnacled

peaks, sidewise at the bleak sea of snowy, rampart-strewn foothills, and upward

at the seething, grotesquely clouded sky. It was then, just as I was trying to

steer safely through the pass, that his mad shrieking brought us so close to

disaster by shattering my tight hold on myself and causing me to fumble

helplessly with the controls for a moment. A second afterward my resolution

triumphed and we made the crossing safely - yet I am afraid that Danforth will

never be -the same again.

I have said that Danforth refused to tell me what final horror made him scream

out so insanely-a horror which, I feel sadly sure, is mainly responsible for his

present breakdown. We had snatches of shouted conversation above the wind’s

piping and the engine’s buzzing as we reached the safe side of the range and

swooped slowly down toward the camp, but that had mostly to do with the pledges

of secrecy we had made as we prepared to leave the nightmare city. Certain

things, we had agreed, were not for people to know and discuss lightly-and I

would not speak of them now but for the need of heading off that

Starkweather-Moore Expedition, and others, at any cost. It is absolutely

necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth’s dark, dead

corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to

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resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of

their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.

All that Danforth has ever hinted is that the final horror was a mirage. It was

not, he declares, anything connected with the cubes and caves of those echoing,

vaporous, wormily-honeycombed mountains of madness which we crossed; but a

single fantastic, demoniac glimpse, among the churning zenith clouds, of what

lay back of those other violet westward mountains which the Old Ones had shunned

and feared. It is very probable that the thing was a sheer delusion born of the

previous stresses we had passed through, and of the actual though unrecognized

mirage of the dead transmontane city experienced near Lake’s camp the day

before; but it was so real to Danforth that he suffers from it still.

He has on rare occasions whispered disjointed and irresponsible things about

"The black pit," "the carven rim," "the protoShoggoths," "the windowless solids

with five dimensions," "the nameless cylinder," "the elder Pharos,"

"Yog-Sothoth," "the primal white jelly," "the color out of space," "the wings,"

"the eyes in darkness," "the moon-ladder," "the original, the eternal, the

undying," and other bizarre conceptions; but when he is fully himself he

repudiates all this and attributes it to his curious and macabre reading of

earlier years. Danforth, indeed, is known to be among the few who have ever

dared go completely through that worm-riddled copy of the Necronomicon kept

under lock and key in the college library.

The higher sky, as we crossed the range, was surely vaporous and disturbed

enough; and although I did not see the zenith, I can well imagine that its

swirls of ice dust may have taken strange forms. Imagination, knowing how

vividly distant scenes can sometimes be reflected, refracted, and magnified by

such layers of restless cloud, might easily have supplied the rest - and, of

course, Danforth did not hint any of these specific horrors till after his

memory had had a chance to draw on his bygone reading. He could never have seen

so much in one instantaneous glance.

At the time, his shrieks were confined to the repetition of a single, mad word

of all too obvious source: "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"

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